Thoughts upon reading Matt Cardin's, The Stars Shine Without Me
"And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces. "
from Dolor
by Theodore Roethke
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