12th Curator
Eternal. But grieving for lost, prodigal things.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Horoscope Ink
The sun,
the moon,
and the star
have all converged.
They tell
of a myth long etched
in the veins on his left arm.
They tell
of a glance
that carried more than a fascination.
They tell
of a deeper reality
born out of the gift of an empty heart.
from
Tattoo
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