"EARLY SUN (Anagrammed Lines)
Early morning Sun.
My angels’ iron urn.
Mean glory runs in
many longer ruins.
Luna, in merry song,
moans unerringly —
a sly, morning rune,
slurring any omen;
luring any sermon
my inner soul rang.
Early morning Sun.
My angels’ iron urn.
Many longer ruins.
(Many longer ruins.)"
—Anthony Etherin
In my constellations Mina Loy takes the place of TS Eliot.
Let the robodobermans have their day.


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