Saturday, March 5, 2011

His English.

Weakness at its weakest can only ever be so troublesome.

The protagonist, for example,
Thrives on sympathy read
As if gold thread

Into his English.

The author in his visor, who hides from error,
Still wishes for those leafing fingers to

Touch one shoulder,
Then his next. His grain
Cuts one way and his prayer similar,
Yet another.

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