>>3193222>>3193444I went to where the pavement
Is weak, and gives way
Weakening before green strength
Countryside knotted in hardy weeds
I am told, at the edge of this world
There is an oracle who would speak to even me
Beneath a bare Yew, whose hands reach
Into infinity
Can be heard a silent plea
Come sit, come see
Come rest beside eternity
This cycle of slumber tires me
Come and we will speak
Blessed be the Oracle, Corpse! May she forever incline!
