Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP9 - 'Kodalith' by David Lloyd | Page 19

Vitruvian
Vitruvian, ridiculous, braced
In the crevice, the aperture
Shrinks your horizon: black
Marble curtains for you, for you.
Quartered in stone, water-drawn,
Hacked into with light piers,
The white bits ciphered across
The slab. Percussed. Sprung.

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