Still
(a double tetractys)
Still
was the
poet as
she lay prostrate
within the cathedral of her own mind.
Caught between sadness and euphoria,
an idle wind
stirs; adrift
she is
still.
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Still (a double tetractys) Still was the poet as she lay prostrate within the cathedral of her own mind. Caught between sadness and euphoria, an idle wind stirs; adrift she is still. |
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