CompassionWhen worlds in orbit shatter, And the sherds in chaos spin, At tangent, in hyperbole; When soul reverts to matter, When no spirit stirs within Profane, or plain, geometry: A given point of reference, Made to compass on, and sign, Lets motion turn, in turn presents Eventual harmony—in dot and line. |
Gay Noses (and other queer appendages)
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