This is my ancient city, Rome / beyond the stench of sour days, cowering below

sitting on the palatine

This is my ancient city, Rome, beyond the stench of sour days, cowering below the aged yellow dalliance of skeletons, where thoughtful minds are loathe to pause, hangs a solitary man upon a cross-

Sitting on the Palatine, gazing down upon her ancient, mossy bones something of a stirring, saturnine, a spark of vestal flame unsettles me, and the fading ghosts of history encircle me now, while I am alone.

The Rubicon through an old city runs, the Solitary mind beholds the infinite show, and he Himself stoops to hear the Rivers flow.

Mila (Jacob Stetser)

Mila is a writer, photographer, poet & technologist.

He shares here his thoughts on Buddhism, living compassionately, social media, building community,
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