Ospedale degli Innocenti

Consider my looks
as we touch covers
drawing from raffia significance
a legend of softness, interplayed
under orders to function as two
figments of history
consider my touch
as we look over
indeterminacy as a pledge
of some substance, delayed
while blood courses through
this fragile banality
consider the torch
the gleam of the forge
as air splits soil, condensing
moisture as novel elixir, a drug
speeding old speech to song
through which my elevated sense
seeks blue flames, signature,
a storming of the miniature.

Sarah Law | Mudlark No. 14
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