The piccolo of heaven
climbed the scales.
A blue cusp sank
like gauze.
The book of dawn
fell open on my brow,
a chronicle of the eternal virgin
graciously held
by archimandrite hands.
I saw divisions like the zodiac,
and from the blue
the ice-light of an afternoon.
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