Saturday, September 15, 2012

You're a fantastic rhetoric! You're the young

You're a fantastic rhetoric! You're the young
and bright star in the morning. I'm beginning
to know your course, I see you stretch the leggings
over your feet and ankles. The pictures hung

on the walls are of women's forms, she had flung
her clothing on the floor. The ridiculous virgin
exposed herself in the sky, I see the origin
of the galaxy in Sagittarius. Virgil had sung

of Dido, Petrarca of Laura, and Dante diagrammed
the spheres illustriously, yet still I search
for her without a clue. I'm feeling the lure

in every object, in my lust and in the program
of modernity. The water's surface matches
the light revealing its contour and purity.

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