Susanna and the elders 

Susanna turns immortal
By lusting elders’ passes.

Elders are dead by flesh
Watching flesh, in water.

Poetry  is dead by a  sun
But flows through living.

(After reading Wallace Stevens poem Peter Quince at the claviour)

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