Tuesday, September 24, 2013

PATIENCE AFTER GALILEO

Spinning slowly into yellow
autumn—above, faint traces 

of clean high stratus 
clouds and criss-

crossing contrails are
sustained across 

the spacious and wind-
glazed sky of glass— 

freshly making crystal 
clear the writing 

that stains it—one ought never 
to die 

for Truth.  Because it really 
doesn't need any extra room.

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