Being divided,
set out from colour,
Disjunct in mid darkness,
Grazeth the light,
“This mundus tenebrosus, this shaddowy world of Mankind, is sunk into Night; there is not a Field without its Spirits, nor a City without its Daemons, and the Lunaticks speak Prophesies while the Wise men fall into the Pitte.”
Peter Ackroyd | Hawksmoor
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