Saturday, October 13, 2007

As the lindens greened

Destiny's muses reigned.
What variable to weight?
Each beautiful, intrinsic
a spire or note from the underground
glistens in the same caveat of Mind

A moment's caress can never be withdrawn
never linear
unfolding--dreadfully aware of itself--
bold, implausabile

Love, if you are an "if," a ghost,
then my empire seems intact


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