"Eyes, The Truth-Tellers"*
(Of a girl glimpsed on Buchanan Street, Glasgow)
Her eyes were unworldly—a blue almost luminescent—
piercing as the bite of a frigid winter morning.
"Man, The Master"ª
By one willed movement of my hand I swept the dust off the tabletop:
I changed the universe, and foresaw the end of existence.
M.M. — *Written some years ago; ªDecember MMXI; Ianuarius MMXII
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