Friday, January 16, 2009

The Lord of the Earthquake.

(For the bygone mentorship of the 20th century, and colors that don't exist any longer, retained in some movies photographed on auburn film, but veritably lost.)

Year after year  in the Peruvian landscradle
Beyond the llamas and green earthen wands
The mist swafts and anticipated sighs regurgitate:
He is carried on a wave
Of shoulders.

This is a reliable coincidence.

What is prayed for 
Is ecstatically gotten
This year.

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