Camminando attraverso acri di tiempo
l’eta diventa noi
.
Walking through acres of time
age become us
[borrowed from a correspondence]
. .
and
as the draping
are curtains
are draped
and the zink
becomes zinc
and lazed eyes
are laced
threaded intwined
cotton mist
The invite
is a standing ovation
for You
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