Simon Tang


The Three Crosses

Ushered into shape, a market lighted,
Exploited with punctilious details
Etched on the complex panel of a crowded
Harmony. Find me the place
Whereto I may address my pious notes,
And secure in its penumbra dark
A precious measure of my enthrallment.

Accoutred to the shafts of light, the rainy thorns

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