Vinculum

by Mathieu Hotte   Mar 28, 2005


My step of craft
and matter,
The steady tide
of lecture.

Mast of sense
and skin,
The drift days
of binge.

My gather of cause
and frame,
The moral swell
of sake.

Wheel of order
and pace,
The incessant hand
of trait.

My build of nexus
and stream,
The preponderant new
of dream.

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