Sappho, when some fool
explodes rage
in your breast
hold back that
yapping tongue!
(barnard 76, fr. 158)
dreamworld photographer
- it, she, they
and the mirror
not her waking,
aching body showed,
but endless forms,
from feathered fractal
edges spilling out
a snowstorm
swirling silent
in her eyes
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