I turn a floor
as level is
less orbital
than some rooms,
if a hall as
labyrinth
& alcove niche
a hyacinth,
the skylit
octagon astream
the pleiades
brief hour’s
return, & still
I wait an age
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ayaladn 
nice crisp ending
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Shall know tomorrow, if I wake with a crick somewhere, or younger.
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If this left you speechless, that must be true,
Merry Christmas, L
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