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
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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