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| Source: Blessedistruth's Blog |
Here on a high shelf
In a webbed flask I
Hook up on my folded shelf
Bat-leather dry.
Who were you?
The gold god goaded me
Sang shrieking sang high
His heat corroded me
Not mine his cry.
What do you see?
I saw the firmament
Steady the sky
I saw the cerement
Close Caesar's eye.
What do you hope?
Desire is a dowsed fire
True love a lie
To a dusty shelf we aspire
I crave to die.
~ A. S. Byatt
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