Thursday, March 26, 2015
Puebla Waltz Comments
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Sleep that waltzes into foreign lands
dreams dipped; In bright swirling colors enveloped
eyes laced with heavy dark lashes, flutter
opening to behold an unfamiliar, yet intimate passageway
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7/29/2025 4:23:40 PM # 1.0.0
Wandering in an angelopolis in circles and dips and dance steps, like the flight of angels. If angels are creatures sent to foreign places to soar and swoop and gather information, you are the angel of this poem, no, in this poem. And you see the faded glory of an imperial past and the poverty of the mass of present people. North America - so flush; Central/South Americas, so destitute - why such discrepancy?