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![]() ![]() “Appelata est enim a viro virtus: viri autem propria maxime est fortitudo—According to its etymology the word virtue signifies manliness or courage” – Catholic Encyclopedia six o’clock and a spontaneous muse ignites the end of a page quiet creeping up of lyric-logic, walks quietly the color of his eyes silent stepping into that scene you’d never write, song-of-words We were finally there, Pele herself had not yet But his breath was magnetic, She believed in sonar, of things the soft, hot core of magnetite in my heart his seismic wonder filled with clove smokes and vodka- He must have waited in his dormitorio, the faultlines Pele steamed below, cursing Then, Pele, snapping her fingers, those untouched places he was son of fertile soil caught Artemis was granted her for more St. Philomena This poem was previously published in Controlled Burn in 2006.
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