Brancusi

An oval in moonlight
sought out by a flashlight
but a flicker of the instant
mind like ethereal coffee
made from crystals
stirred in a cup

A woman’s bladed question
on the granite table
next to a marble face
oval of the pale head
It is an afterlife of the mind
a gift of ourselves given everywhere,
a flash of ourselves in stone

Smooth that it have an animal smoothness to the mind

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