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It was his mantra– Hurry slowly, syllables resigned to vigil. Advertisements
Consider the hours, consecrated puffs of smoke shot through with dusty light.
Child, unbelonging, warms herself with near voices– next best thing to touch.
A distant city, morning, once upon a time– echo of footfalls.
Pane of glass, frosted, Winter’s pulse slowed to dream deep– Bare heart’s hidden spring.
Angels heartbeats, globed, soft pulsing of bold sentries– No one invents light.
Craft, in loving praise of words slowed to last, to serve– Some bridges don’t burn.
Hurry Slowly was the tictoc mantra of the one-armed photographer, Josef Sudek, who praised and made lasting secret love to his Muse and ghost-veiled bride, Prague, vowing his fugitive eye to her and her alone.
Winter, tolling the climes of Grief’s wraith, or, how the feathers of first snow, falling, chasten the dead in lasting refrain.
Grief, engendering the climes of Winter’s wraith, or, how the sound of white fire, falling, in reverse, encloses the dead in penitent refrain.