The last Mohican of
Love retreats from the
quest to rescue fleeting
beauty from the razor’s
edge of eternity over
canyons so grand wide
as moments embodied
in all things ephemeral
the subliminal mercury
between you and me
Tightly connected by
the day’s divinity where
choirs of angels sing
homilies about such
things like love and
happiness the luxurious
wisdom of humility of
worshippers perched on
palettes in the palace
at the altar of the King
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