Saturday, November 27, 2010

-in the 16th century briefly-
As evening defined its heart's failure to run
As once sweet waters dried earth-
Red like cold terra 
Cotta—
Once observer's Phaidon Renaissance  
Locked within two frozen
Hands—
Its glossy
Page absorber strikes to set in chiseled
Stone——
The tomb
The icy
Gates to the dead
Lorenzo.
                               Wellston notebooks
                             

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