- Vol. 10
- Chapter 06
Desiring beauty, I pressed them all flat
between the pages of a heavy book
Between the pages of a heavy book,
dying, their essence seeped out slowly
Their essence seeped out, slowly drying
in a monument to childhood's glimmer
(Erect a monument to childhood's glimmer
as the sun dies soft behind the clouds)
Behind the clouds there is soft pastel light
or so the ancient tales have promised me
I've promised tales myself, to ancient ones
caught in shining nets of milkweed silk
In shining nets of milkweed silk I caught them.
Desiring beauty, I pressed them all flat.