Lady of the Lamp.
In soft silt sheen, a luminous
vacuous sphere, sightless
she hangs cowled in white lace
her veiled intent of innocence.
A faceless bubble of glass,
a beacon without a shore,
a satellite from outer space
she over floats the floor.
Phantom nun, moon to her deathless
night, bland lamplight her zombie kiss,
a rustle, dry scratch soft on the face
& darkness in night´s draperies,
where the white lace of her shawls
crawl in cobwebs across the walls.
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