"It is to my mind futile to protract the tale of classical Roman poetry beyond the first century of the Christian era simply because after that date there were so many rifacimenti of classical meters and conventions. Such copyings are forgeries, stereotyped retracings, continuation of gallery favorites and museum pieces--they betoken only that sublimation of sitzfleisch which is the opposite of genius." --The Romanesque Lyric
pallid fields · of frozen nitrogen
star-studded daytime sky
those hills no human · will hike in the cold
my heart flutters among
we imagine it matters · what monicker we bestow
just as we jostle for lines
some man in a suit · once slashed on a map
in the arrogance of empire
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