A Moore poem ( of sorts ? )

based on the Henry Moore sculpture; The King and Queen, used to sit on top of a hill until vandals destroyed it, now sits in a museum , ( but still dreams, )

A Moore poem ( of sorts ? ) ;

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with abstract ( lack of ) bronze

                                               eye

     I 

              scan the horizon

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king of these hills

frozen queen by my side

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I watch the seasons

shift and moan

my patinated skin  -  green

in the moonlight,

    guardians of the lake

fresh water gods made animate

thanks to perception     horizon

                                                   and flaw

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the slight glitch in the corner

of eye

the hole of my face sees

many dimensions deep

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In reverie, I sit

and watch centuries fly by

-

fist in hand

my lover and eye

                       bronze  -  holed I

-

with a slight turn of the head

as if distracted

by chaos birds in flame,

as if disconnected

by the growl of an

angle grinder's shame,

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I sit here now

in a mausoleum of dead art,

my Queen and I 

staring blank walls

     wishing to feel /

                             a hurricane of wind

through close  -  blinkered

                                bronze ( hole ) eye

-

a reminder of hills in spring

-

         (this is my valley,

             this is my Queen )

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I still see and feel the ( hurricane ) universe

     through the equity

                             of blind eyes