Vainglory morning

In the atrium
The statues grow
Life moving slow as sundials
Faces blind
Even when the painted eyes
Of their subjects blink
The tears away and light
Slanting from the transom window
The morning vainglory gold
But the marble
Translucent as a sigh
Image adapted from Giovanni Strazza, C.1850s, The Veiled Virgin.

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