A Millenium Away
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Leslie Alexis
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Syracuse suddenly
Slid across the border;
The old architecture,
still a mile away from
The millennium,
chases time.
I see the horses of slavery
Plowing the lands. Today, metal
Horses web these outskirts.
They still take gold to be
Hammered into paper that transforms
Into dust by sunrise.
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