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Jan 2016
of said man: architecture and archaeology,
of unsaid man: the bereft arts
that were used for the parlour of origins
that never delved into actors or shadows: of
those in the hands of kharon given wings
for the rippling of the styx to quench a story
of the genesis of east and sunrise: and indeed
of two feet born on the land that left for the words
to return without much engraved with the words
used and the images unchanged:
keep your ashen mortar to grind the ivory
less noble than than those of rhinos or elephants,
oh man; oh lost voice in the choir's mumbling hum-hymn.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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