Poetry
GENESIS: “Lucifer [Bearer of Light: Lux + f ero< Latin] I am in a tailspin Whirling Twirling Round and round Can’t catch my breath. My ears are bursting Paralysed in a vortex of speed. Blinded. Not able to see. No lights to be found. A dark night eternal of misery. He cut my wings so bright and soft... Sign in to see full entry.