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O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem

O Mother, how do I take this path so foreclosed If I am left to conjecture this doorway that does not shut or open, but creaks of thieves, like an ajar crevice, and I certainly do not wish to squeeze through it? Would Enoch give away his mission of redeeming his elite because, else, there would be too much pain andContinue reading “O Mother, I wish not for a path foreclosed by enemies: A poem “