"Idly, up comes the sphere
vibrant daggers pierce, scorching the shadow
ashes on marble, frozen in time
and there, like just before dawn
lies a pile,
humanistic,
quiescent, friable, bend-able form
Hands creep round the mask
and stop."
"Idly, up comes the sphere
vibrant daggers pierce, scorching the shadow
ashes on marble, frozen in time
and there, like just before dawn
lies a pile,
humanistic,
quiescent, friable, bend-able form
Hands creep round the mask
and stop."