…
Finally the pot boils over, foaming thin;
The ceiling blurs, falls fast, a paper plane is hurled
From mountaintop, delirious, spinning, and the world
Splits open like a plastic bag, and truth pours in.
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Court of Lions
Where poetry is roared like the sceptre of a king.
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January 10, 2013 at 4:03 pm
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I really was hunting for creative concepts for my
blog site and found ur blog post, “Cemetery in the Snow (Xavier Villaurrutia) Court of Lions”,
do you really care in cases where I actually start using several of
ur concepts? Appreciate it -Francesco