The broken bodies
Of the thieves
Taken off the cross
Thrown upon the ground
(discarded and broken)
Turning from yellow
To blue - as if death
Was overtaking.
And
The cannibalistic virgin
And
The bird call of
The first sun rise
That began time.
Cycles & cycles of time
The all-at-once
Spasms of disconnection
Most of us can not even
See Orion.
an ymaginaire blog
(Hobarts Colden Eupraxia)
nel tempo de li dei falsi e bugiardi
If someone were to say that ignorance is a lack of understanding, he is mistaken. Ignorance is the condition of being wretched and beguiled.
Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;
Monday, December 28, 2009
The Two Thieves
A good thing about home schooling is forcing the children to watch docos on telly. we watched a show about a painting by Picasso, and then one about ancient Egypt. The two shows urged me to write this poem.

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