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Marginalia·

Written Place


finding written place in the folds of reinvention
the subversive sensibility remains thin without craft
abandoned binding principle in favor of consequence
for not all fantasies pollute mercury’s well
spoke a language of the gods, for I had lost mine
time waits for no man, otherwise negotiable
waltz with persephone on the graves of sensibility
and cherish your perils on the ledger of confession

© 2026 Christopher Cotti

In the margins