sun stutters through a tattered shade <br />creating an opalescent patchwork <br />of gently broken beams <br /> <br />in the sequestered garden <br /> a toppled obelisk <br />finds warmth, <br /> keeps watch <br /> <br />in the mine <br />green canaries <br />breathe as though oblivious to the here-and-gone spark <br /> <br />it is a day as like <br />and <br />as unlike as all the others.. <br /> <br />the locket is worn smooth, its faded contents secure... <br /> <br />we are pastiche...all the rest is eldritch and sward-bloom<br /><br />delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odalisque-s-view/
