things that are neither teaching nor learning
shards given off
with the killing power of knives
these lessons linger
in gray
& in cerulean
flesh is gossamer
it is the cry that remains in silence
where heavier things have passed
"Would I, for all the beauty of my place,
Lift from the chaste chryselephantine floors
One leprous limb?"
--Balder
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