Oct 302013
A stage contains the dancers' strength
As a smile's vise restrains white teeth:

The more perfectly form's confined,
The more radiantly 'tis expressed.

Haughty exemplars eke toward definition;
Patterned flesh repeats the rhythm's pattern.

The Milky Way herself's but a scrim of scum
When she glitters without proscenium.

In spotlit stillness a wheaten sheaf,
Juliet, whirls her golden wave of grief

Undefined until, for embracing net,
A blood-red curtain rings down on tears of jet.

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