They stand in rows, each one
a flower of absolutism, empty
mouths that would offer me
kindnesses and wisdom, if
only they had not made
their solemn vows, if only
they did not close wider
worlds off in their faith.
They stand in rows, each one
a flower of absolutism, empty
mouths that would offer me
kindnesses and wisdom, if
only they had not made
their solemn vows, if only
they did not close wider
worlds off in their faith.
