Slack-jawed milk-face,
what provokes this staring?

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Snowball flecked with soot
from a busy street’s
foot-traffic

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Queen of tides, of lunatics,
of Sir Philip Sidney

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Sovereign of the heavens,
bride of the night,
why are you yawning?
am I boring you?

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Glowing clock whose hands
have been de Milo'd away

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Cataracted eye
that sees things feelingly

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Marble that God's finger sends
slowestly arc-ing across the sky

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Michelangelo,

get to work!

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Circle of light
that a wayfarer’s torch
casts upon the asphalt

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Coin of spendless silver
in the Virgin Mary's pocket