0086_Aurora Alternative High School, The Phoenix, 1998

Description:	DUSKBrushed by the shadows of the deadOn grass where failing daylight fallsThe lady harlequin’s stripped bareAdmiring herself in a still poolA twilight juggler a charlatanBoasts tricks that he knows how to playPale as milk the studding starsStand in the tall uncolored airHarlequin pallid on his small stageGreets the audience first of allBohemian sorcerers a trainOf fairies and prestidigitalsReaching up to unhook a starHe whirls it round with outstretched armWhile cymbals mark a measured beatHanging from a hanged man’s feetThe sightless one croons to a child The hind and her troop of fawns pass byThe dwarf sulks at the growing thrustOf Harlequin the TrismegistDUDLEY FITTSANGUISHI come not to conquer your body tonight, O creatureIn whom tae sins of a nation stream, nor underThe cureless tedium which my kisses pourTo burrow a sad tempest in your impure hair:I ask of your bed the deep sleep with no dreamsFlitting under unknown drapes of remorseWhich you, after your dark deceits, can enjoy,You who know more about oblivion than a corpse:For gnawing at my ingrained morality. ViceHas marked its sterility in me as in you;But while there exists in your breast of stoneA heart which the tooth of no crime can wound,Haunted by my shroud I flee, wan, undone,In terror of dying while sleeping alone.KATE FLORES
Source:	http://cdm17129.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/hs-aurora/id/1082
Collection:	Aurora Alternative High School

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