The Fitness of Gold
Starting here with admissions each the furthest from gold never having the character of
gold
--these were circles and squares, tremors due to eclipse--
Unwritten in back pages and none the wiser we stole her robe We insisted on
theater We stole her ways and fed on them
The fineness of gold was no match for this it repented as did the sky the sea we waited
until tomorrow shunning all expression
And there, no gold only debris only time for escape from a character since
she took the part too seriously
An actor that could fly empty in space discharging through a little window a slip of gust
the void caught on her hem
The furthest from gold one could get the isolated spectrums festooned with her
slip the color whose agency was gold
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