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Melodies XLIX; Collected Fragments, Collectively Forgotten
The wars lasted Erisian decades.
The funds that financed the fiasco
were not always forthcoming.
But all of space was slow and tedious, then:
The Tesseracts had not yet collated space.
Mars, with an asteroid belt on eiter side,
projected toward Eris the jolliest shade of rust.
She who was once my beloved
wore her sheer, dark stockings almost
every day in the time of the wars.
Her pose in a metagraph on a fallen plinth
became a classic image often admired and discussed:
curvacious, modestly clad in a long-hemmed skirt,
her (almost always) unshod feet
looked delicate and playful on that hard, ancient concrete.
The angle of the perspective subtly exploits
the soft, opaque reinforcements that sheathe her toes.
Starward
