As unidentified objects avoid the gentle abyss there is one
which holds us enthralled even now, a long time sheltered in the
velveted sky, shedding flakes of old loves like torn images peeling
and falling. O, un-annihilated thing! orphan wandering the dark
oceans! The great crest of that high crown! Roseate, its ember
burns within as it grows ever hard and resolute.
Pure and smooth
against all the imperfection all around, and within us.
The lambent and the deep. “We searched for guy-
wires -- anything, an old fuse box.” There was nothing but this
enormous, perfect thing in an uncertain light as if wrapped in
ornamental clouds for all future combers till the end of time.
which holds us enthralled even now, a long time sheltered in the
velveted sky, shedding flakes of old loves like torn images peeling
and falling. O, un-annihilated thing! orphan wandering the dark
oceans! The great crest of that high crown! Roseate, its ember
burns within as it grows ever hard and resolute.
Pure and smooth
against all the imperfection all around, and within us.
The lambent and the deep. “We searched for guy-
wires -- anything, an old fuse box.” There was nothing but this
enormous, perfect thing in an uncertain light as if wrapped in
ornamental clouds for all future combers till the end of time.
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