harlot_spoken_of_dust -{::ephemeral||arcs::}- Harlot spoken of dust open trails gust the twinkling beneath their sky the hope tangled marsh snare of heathen crawling far from near a piercing act to hold the straights of pier and ten deducts of the door time whistles far from here a smiling decit of homage to your dear Hollow dirge of the storms cradles harkened rapture in her arms ten thousand lamps sway the peace breathing winds carving patterns from stardust release One Once Winged Could not be a feather once again caught in the wind 020627 ... oldephebe this is one of the best poems I've read here. I love the economy of imagery, the disquieting evocations, the first and third stanzas are like flowers growing out of stone up an iron trellis aching towards an unseen light 030718 what's it to you? who go blather from