VERITAS (PREAMBLE TO CONTRA EQUUM NIVEUM)

by Hexagon Press

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Is the whiteness of your garment soiled at the hem from hiding deep inside that holy well? You are as your other sisters, in melancholic grace beside your father, time. Your song reverberates beneath the ground but never passes the remnants of the water’s edge and your face glows with ineffable serenity when the moon passes overhead.

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