Tintoretto made a toy house,
Set a boat on make believe water

Put spumes of smoke on a shifting floor
So no one could be sure

When a trapdoor would lift
And heaven pour through.

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Under a darkened dome
The Sun and moon have a rendezvous.

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I met you in the piazza, your skin so bright
I thought the sun had burst through

The pala d’oro setting bones on fire.
I heard you say --

How could I belong to you
When all I have is cast afloat on water?