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Jul 10, 2010
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heads have ceilings
heads have ceilings that look up
to their own Sistine Chapels
filling the walls and floors with furniture
in small patterns of space
never is a skull enclosed in wordless air
a splinter in the eye beside scaffolds
and paintings
a treaure in the vaults of steel
and one finger is left to touch God.
to their own Sistine Chapels
filling the walls and floors with furniture
in small patterns of space
never is a skull enclosed in wordless air
a splinter in the eye beside scaffolds
and paintings
a treaure in the vaults of steel
and one finger is left to touch God.
— Orphani, Jul 10, 2010
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Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Dearest B
Geezer
15 years 11 months ago
Profoundly beautiful!...