Abigail Pastor

Sin sits silently
Hibernating sullenly
Sinking into dormancy
Patient in its fraud
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My dandy lines grow fair and bright
With some space and a shot of light
My cheerful field yields joy and pleasure
One man's nuisance transformed into treasure
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She lingers in the dim antechamber
Positioned behind the oaken door.
One by one, her relatives leave her
Alone to contemplate the organ's roar.
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Great and wise the
willow droops her fingers over the long grass,
seeding my backyard with light, springy boughs that
lie sweetly on the ground, and whip in her delicate
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Reality burns the dreamer's eye.
It plants on the lid an ugly sty,
Imposing strict forms, rigid and tight
Existence: doomed to visionless sight
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Andrew does not see time
He sees gears and levers
In the tock, tock chime
As numbers align and trigger
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I flew to Florida in February
To prostrate myself to the Sun.
Stunned by the pale ghost of my image,
Underdone.
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I shall dress you up
Restrain your shoulders
Buckle your stomach
Secure your collar
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I have no mind to theorize
Just give me facts to memorize
I'll cram and jam them in my brain
A list, a date, a word, a name
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