Alexandra is not one, but many.
Life flows through her boundaries like a river,
Entering her while exiting another.
X-rays show one, but we know of plenty:
Ancestors mingling with descendents;
Near relatives pouring through the sluices;
Death, the loyal angel of her graces,
Resting momently in recent remnants,
Alive again in her awakened senses.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Alexandra
Posted by Austin at 8:17 AM
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