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PALACE OF STAINED GLASS WINDOWS

 

 

 

a small room, illuminated

by candles and showers

 

sparks and other radiances

a body as wet as newborn

 

or washed by the waters of life

clothed in perfect white

 

pure, clean

absolutely insular joy

 

this room has a single window

thoughts streaming in

as history flows out

 

my body has a single heart

sadness streaming in

as desire flows out

 

a small room, door sealed behind me

you, still too far away

 

a spotless canvas in my imagination

a smooth, infinite surface, patiently waiting

 

Susan Smith Nash

October 17, 2001