The stars are blotted out, The clouds are covering clouds It is darkness vibrant, sonant. In the roaring, whirling wind Are the souls of a million lunatics Just loosed from the prison-house, Wrenching trees by the roots, Sweeping all from the path.
The sea has joined the fray, And swirls up mountain-waves, To reach the pitchy sky. The flash of lurid light Reveals on every side A thousand, thousand shades Of Death begrimed and black — Scattering plagues and sorrows, Dancing mad with joy, Come, Mother, come!
Olde CP nuts never die - they just recommit themselves...
fredg: I don't think Roger knows how the Y's are worn during the ceremony
Sept 15, 2021 11:00:25 GMT
dvg: Nuances are lost on the uninitiated...
Sept 15, 2021 14:24:02 GMT
dvg: ...where the Ys are worn notwithstanding, there is a lot to consider - inside out, upside down, turned backwards, at halfmast, waistband rolled in or out, the tilt, and all of the combinations and permutations of these subtleties and others not mentioned
Sept 15, 2021 15:33:54 GMT
dvg: It's a lot to take in
Sept 15, 2021 15:34:27 GMT
dvg: It's truly saddening to me that we've made headlines due to an inept and unaccountable provincial government, paralyzed by politics...
Sept 15, 2021 16:42:32 GMT