On sitting on the desk
Remember I
A tapestry of imageries
One after one
They come whether
Desired or not:
They come, they come
For Beauty so dictates.
The picture of life
Changes
In these successions of imageries
Whether
An
Emperor
Or a pauper be.
For
The coin of life two faces has
One the routine and rote
The other the reveries
That Beauty with her magic
Wand brings.
Which choose?
To you, my Monsignor for you.
And to me
I do not for Beauty to root
Hesitate.
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