POEMS FOR THE RECOVERING: MINING GANYMEDE
MINING GANYMEDE It is cold on my private Ganymede, Shadowland of light and dark where I still mine the paradoxes for the gold That I will refine in the smelters of my grief. The soil is rich on my Ganymede; Though only roots of bitterness will grow there I still sow seeds of hope, praying against... Sign in to see full entry.