3855. NICODEMUS HAS MADE A RARE PLANET

NICODEMUS HAS 

MADE A RARE PLANET

Life is a haunted memory; I've already

lived it twice  -  on your iron seashore,

watching, 'midst all that toil and strife.

I heard no bells which, tolling, told of

times to come. Somehow, already, it

was all in the past. A portrait of the

Duke hung in the hallway, just waiting

for this time to cross it. Nicodemus

has made a rare planet.

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Wednesday brought forth gloom  - 

an ice storm in its path. Far out,

along the Heavens, moons and

planets are twirling with the stars

of all creation. The only sound

heard is the solar wind.

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One sweet Genevieve was drinking

her tea as I stumbled into the room.

This was 1882, and I was living, then,

at 19 Gramercy Park. My hands were

steady and my legs were strong; and I

drew portraits for a living while old God

Pan played his whispering song.

Nicodemus has made a rare planet.