Wednesday, June 12, 2024

illuminous

Of eloquence and radiance
(subsequent tomorrow)
The rains will run like
Make-believe
With lily-whitened sorrow.
Through neighborhood and
General
In guilded light and
Wrecked revenge,
The rains
(will run like
make-believe)
The milky-white
Of Never-End.
-clw
3-30-99
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