Monday, June 13, 2022

GALILEO, GALILEO




working through these endless
accusations, I leaned my
cheek against my hand I
dreamed of your absconded kingdoms.

I walked on clouds.

losing ground before your

last appearance, I renounced
the court astronomers, those

managers of light disparaging

the sun of Your heart in mine:

so bright
so bright and so
incapable of being bought off


mary angela douglas 29 march 2002
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