a young lady with stylus and tablet
Sappho
time preserved in her eyes
the fire of them invisible within
and beyond lay the ashes of some vast blue cerulean sea
like a dark sapphire forming in the mind of
the falling man
he said nothing
or if he did she heard no word of it
death indifferent to wealth age gender power time
not even that
2 thousand autumns gone
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