She sleeps upright
Alabaster hooded eyelids
Cast in perpetual meditation
Hot colors close in around her
At the center of the great room stands
A teal green basin with a thin crack on a pedestal.
I conjure a Harvest Moon, when all things ripen
Shining a wide band of light
Underscoring the fissure in the column to her right.
Her colossal silence screams at the consequence
As I continue unruffled
To get a better view of the deity.
11/7/2025 Cornelia DeDona
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