the want of to be "the-One"
and the ovid...the barren
the free

the breathe of mood
strikes the motion
to weather
motion through
slender stalks
and blush shaded
leaves
the tannin thin water
sluicing in her bank
these souls of eyes
blazing in the shards
like liquid scents
banners and tracers
down rabbit hole dreams
caressing alive
in the warren
the cream of vivid
ghosts
from base sync waves
the circle opens
and becomes the
length
the stretch and strength
enriched
the condition
of perfection

the waves
of shelter
notions of a day
synthetic as cheap
as a fair kiss
the carnival noire
adventure

no heros
no heroines

the traffic trundles pass
the intersector
the scent interjection
of legitimate

a civet of grandeur

strawberry

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