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Oct 2017
The sky descends into horizon

This eve souls pass through the
membrane of ticking time
thin as a needle
kneeded through
ancient quilt sewn by

Archimedes

        Plato

            Blake

        Oratio

    Isis

those colossi greasing universe’s eternal
clock, to that recital played
unseen beyond vision
impalpable to senses
not yet sharpened by ascendance
John Lopes
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John Lopes  40/Cisgender Male/Toronto, Canada
(40/Cisgender Male/Toronto, Canada)   
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