At the valves of love
I activated the flute of the vertebrae
parapet askew
at the hangers of the Meeting.      
 
head in the stars   
on this greige night
the laughter of stones
was banqueting on a holiday.      
 
The faerie lashed the cheek
sparkling quartz
at the tip of the rough granite
of a renewed sourdough.      
 
Replica of words
perforated swigs of honey
the incise grace of your soul
was a bearer of prophecies.        
 
Rattling of the umbrellas
opening up gulp yum slurp
near the window door
the buddha awakened
in the line of light
a guipure headband
such second nature 
all around his head
in urgency of eternal departure.      
 
 
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