[Rick Mullin]

Celestine 



Not the blind accordion player’s forró,

not the breathing bottle of Dogajolo.

Not the unaccompanied solo tuba.

Only a heartbeat.

Not the sundown Barbizon forest’s embers,

not the stone acropolis nor its flight plan.

Not the Bourse turned out as a light cathedral.

Only its aura.

Even these dissolve in a certain texture,

fade within the confines of human feeling,

enter to the realm of an ardent spirit

brilliant, eternal.
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S3L3 was “pass into the realm…”

S2L1 was “Not the Belgian Barbizon painters landscape,

S3L1 was: Even these must pass to a certain knowledge,