'…that the drama is wholly subjective/
- stone knowing the form which the carver imparts it…'
- Pound, Pisan Cantos, LXXIV
to each: the varied glim
of days.
suffer
little fakirs
to blow in the pipe;
the straw fakers
with eyes of carnelian;
snakes
in thin-weave basketheads
hands
of dull flame
rattling the bobbly dice
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