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“Let’s play a game,” said the silver ash.
And they made up stories that may be sometimes true.

The Color Copper

1/18/2019

 
Light
Copper
Drifting, falling,
Still
breathing.
The color emerald
Fading
Lightening its twisted edge
Figure 
Bowing low
The earthly stars
Counts
In their ancient tongue
The era of return
And the light stood still.

Note

The color copper: color, police, copper green, emerald. This is a poem based on the image of a cross at Cologne, Kolumba.
[Thought process] Timeline of characters, the implication of the ending if it ends somewhere else: Dante’s tree of life/ the dogtree; Jesus Christ ; The (earthly) seraphs-- Maybe, what about the cross? But this is a kind of the story waiting for his revival? Does theology work like this… No this is just the story of the object, the cross.

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