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Had I Not Grown Suddenly Short Of Breath

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Had I not grown suddenly short of breath,
I'd have sung hosannas. But the poor beast
that I found lay martyred beyond its death.

The holy sun was rising in the East,
and I was watering bright illusions
as sweet and as old as Plato and Christ.

Birds in arbours were making allusions
to Eden, and I was bound for a tryst

with a seamstress, with Angel Jones of Mold.
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Chris Mendros 07 January 2008

Very well written and intriguing. Some of these images....wow!

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