Monday, December 10, 2012

The temple in the desert was shaped like

The temple in the desert was shaped like
a man, the lines of the walls and doors
were in some rational order. The lioness
and goddess seduce me, these mythologies

in archaic verse, the grand movements of
classical prosody. The temple of light
and the shrine of darkness, the beautiful
shape of the setting Sun. She didn't think

nor speak, her thought was pointless, I saw
the birds flee to the horizon. The temple
was oriented so that the winter solstice

was caught by a large window. The poetess
has no impressed me, the curve of heaven
is the only constant that I have found.

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