Ariadne, tyrant-loved poet,
a man you never knew has melted
in the sun.
An obscure mind has denied
the existence of memory.
Someone looked at paintings for hours.
I wrote myself
out.
I peeled the pencil lines right off the page,
like thread.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Labyrinth.
Labels:
ariadne,
bracelet,
crown immortal,
dionysus,
glass beads,
gold chain,
jewelry,
labyrinth,
minotaur,
night,
pears,
sky,
stars,
theseus
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I've left you a note on my blog today:
http://mysticmooma.blogspot.com/2008/12/butterfly-award.html
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