Trials of Trance
Wallace Stevens was the greatest
man I never knew.
Juggled both Hunting Tigers
and hanging nouns.
Wonder about his demeanor
walking about the courtroom
with even heeled shoes,
focusing on the even keeled beat.
A dozen orbits and
twice that in satellites
quivering to witness twisted truths,
be they that or not.
Phrased.
Articulated.
Blatently controlling the room,
his stage.
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