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Tuesday, March 4, 2014

analemma


   The Sleeping Gypsy, 1897, by Henri Rousseau


thank you
that was very honorable
the way you held me
mercifully 
in your infinite arms of 
immaculate plasma 

yes. i was in need
i had danced with a bleak song
curled up in his lap
-the crater of a darkside moon
inhaled his pipe
-a rare child’s final farewell

and now
i am spun gold
i am the brightest flash 
of the upper limb
i am the moment of discovery and 
this sun
is a whirling dervish 

© 2014-Rene

2 comments:

  1. Nice...especially like that whirling dervish end...

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  2. Deeply meaningful, imagery breathtaking.

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