Jan 302015
 
Plangent star and argent ache,
Ideal I reach toward and cannot take,
Perfection's perfection without defect,
Unblemished apple eden-made,
Dean and master of my scribbled days:
Shakespeare bearded, brightly rayed--

Star apart from earth's infections,
Stationed steady above life's stone jetty
Where my words lie washed, assailed
By stale time--to dirty foam burst,
Broken tidal pools my hearse.

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