The Sun | Beneath the Cathedral

By and | 1 May 2014

Beneath Cathedral


Beneath the Cathedral

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a cold star sinks
no-one wishes upon it

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in the pocket of her apron
a stone from the buried city

a stone once a sun
ripped from its socket

a stone from temple steps
to serve as steeple

a stone is a seed
is a song, a stone
to remember to forget

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here and here
the ground remembers

the last of this language
knotted red
coils

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          the altar of flowers
those stars of thought

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