A New Year
In the name
of the sun,
the moon,
and the holy
distance between
now and never.
People painted
onto canvases
outlive their Masters.
A lute string
breaks in time
for eternity.
The needless-to-say
nods in agreement.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
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