Wept Fountain
Knoll
2:41Our many thrawn hands bind the unknot In brume aghast with augury, An unhended bringing its fabric outvie Indwelt in speaking, begat in mirthless grail A ringing spectral, a way for malign Sprawling hylarchic wrength Atraments spill from sills Their signs - equivocal Befound asylum awaits where minds ruin Vile ligature conjured Bring sickness upon us