Thursday, February 13, 2014

ARTIFICE

Sheer-
ly
for the sake 

of height—I built 
myself

then climbed shelf 
of pale 
and selfish white 

ivory one night—and just 
stayed 
perfectly

steady
still
mumbling toward morning

over and
over 
again—something 

unique
like 
how—all of the 

best saints
of old

hard days—were all so
ardent-

ly—
racked

with guilt.

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