"Washington Platform"
And one has to wonder, in ignoring such powerful love, if she is even capable of love,
Whether her tough ol' bird's heart, that leathery, cold organ, is capable of holding emotions,
Whether she just acts, and beguiles us into believing that she actually can feel.
Is she an angel? is she a gargoyle?
Either way, I cannot win:
The one is mist, shadow, a figment of the imagination,
The other is stone, impenetrable, unmoving.
January 1, 2003
Created 01/13/03 / Last modified 01/13/03 by
Giovanni Dania
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