EXERCISE OF GENIUS

5

There is a music more than a breath
That is passed down, like a poem
That someone endures the centuries

Sappho, Emily Dickinson or Aphra Behn
There are letters of rock and water
Cities dissolve as unconscious things

But the water rises, the histories drift
Off course upon extinction’s whims
There is art more precious than hope

That lives on, at the edges of faith
We labored for something forever young
The soul of the worlds, brightly-crowned
Time of their time, beauty of eternity.

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