who crouches in dank cellar of earth and stone?
he presses eye against gap in rotting door
sun ray falls on dusky midnight and turns to
moon
urns and baskets line long space
against far wall queen of siam is poised on throne
languid children lie at her
feet
her blue green eyes flash :: regal imprints burn in
she guards veil to the
unknown
veil upon veil
she dares and she disciplines
who could stand up to
such demeanor?
a toddler faced with such choice might spend his life
trying to
decipher the myth
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