staring just north of the afterlife
is an infinite blue expanse;
bedrock of the basilica unearthing her
realm of myth.
broken heads of statues are
found by the radiance of marble noon,
her contradictions build such a secret
hidden place
beneath the courtyard of scholars’ books.
yet the distended, black granite skeleton
would be a wellspring of royal remains
if underneath culumn-fragments
a campaign of thriving law still hovered in
the temple walls.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
staring just north of the afterlife
is an infinite blue expanse;
bedrock of the basilica unearthing her
realm of myth.
broken heads of statues are
found by the radiance of marble noon,
her contradictions build such a secret
hidden place
beneath the courtyard of scholars’ books.
yet the distended, black granite skeleton
would be a wellspring of royal remains
if underneath culumn-fragments
a campaign of thriving law still hovered in
the temple walls.
this is a found poem using words from a national geographic article about the discovery of Cleopatra's tomb
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