Saturday, April 28, 2018

Transept.




Transept.
Transept.
Transsssssssssssept.
A word like a vision,
s slipping over the lips
like water over a weir.

Transept.
Something lighter than a spacecraft
orbiting;
a fume
somehow escaping;
transssssssssssssssssssss,

a small perfection,
fragment of renaissance art,
a sssssssssnip of eternity.

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