#cecilia
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*Absorption lines
Lagrange points
interstellar fingerprints
she played with time, variable starfield's constitution
the reply from space
as light through the canopy
heard in upward glissandos:
"Tonight I'm only made of moonlight..."*
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Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 8:49 PM UTC
Who dares invade my hallowed bounds?
It is Saint Cecilia's Bane
quavering and crotcheting
his Mammon-hymns in vain!
God's weighted ear
he cannot imitate:
spilled lilies strew the floor,
roses wither in the dry chalice
tucked away under his desk.
He said:
"I can't be your Daddy,"
to tell me my mind,
taking me aside to
chide me for my
freshly-ravished soul.
Cecilia, I consecrate that place and day to you!
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC