The porcelain pig
anesthitized by volition
flew like the Styx and returned
like a beetle on a string
She sleeps with her time
and her moonstone rings
How precise her wings
is yet uncertain.
anesthitized by volition
flew like the Styx and returned
like a beetle on a string
She sleeps with her time
and her moonstone rings
How precise her wings
is yet uncertain.
