Rodin's Devils

Rodin and the Devils

"If all the Universe is an image; Sound can only obscure it as
symbols".
" I am time if I stop thinking about it as a dream."
Mamonides in the collected fragments of the Decagram- XIII Th
excerpt

The porcelain is
A frozen thinker-
Giggling silently
At the relic of
Gurgling.

Eyes mutely
Window-shopping;
Drops of pearls
Ichors from a
Hymnbook!

The trail of
Black-robed Monks
Is moving motion
Of a poetry coloumn.
Limbs are straight
As verses from Heaven.

The mount of Mars
Hooves conical frames
Grinning Nails beacon
A sacrilege.
Satyr tips flick
Scatter the Herd
Helter-skelter.

Icons regroup
Firms are
Deconstructing
Architecture.

The mount is
Going the Growing.
There's a cycle
In a circle.