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A thousand canopies all
ported on
A
thousand canopies all ported on
Ten
thousand stilts, Landing, Helios spins
A
foreign ring carrying water for
The
human races. Things we know, leaning
A
hand on a table, and staring at
The
wall, hazed out. Phased beams! of sound sharpen
Him,
a Cathedral ringing its bells, he
Sits
for a moment in meditation,
Then
stands up and goes out and calls,
All
men ho! Tack the lines!
Autumnpink
viola sub rosa in
Suite
no. 3 in C, Johann Sebastian. Bach,
The
ease of coming and going
The
men keep the canopies working for man,
Helios,
is probably pleased.
- Anatol Cordua (c) 2017
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