And how can this be?
Apocrypha,
second glance,
light on my feet,
your window's adorned
with light green,
with glasses like Oz
needs to gleam,
but cherubim need not...

Cheri, my sweet,
thine is the breath of esteem.
You breathe out a steam,
a heat, swirling lavender.
Speak to me
in foreign psalms-
-in poetry deep
from the fountains
beneath the boundless serene.

Immutable truths,
without light, chisel dreams
in the creases of rocks,
where we sleep
away and agreed.
We champions
loaf on our laurels
and retreat well relieved.

04/11/2008

Author's Note: The reference to the "glasses like Oz needs to gleam" refers to the Oz in L. Frank Baum's book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, in which all people who enter the Emerald City must where green tinted lenses which are locked in place, creating the illusion that the pale white city is made of emeralds, contrary to the depiction in the major motion picture The Wizard of Oz, in which the city is actually made of emeralds. I figured that was worth saying, in case anyone was confused by the reference and cared to know what I meant.

Posted on 04/11/2008
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