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lust

the epiphany of flight
a congress of feathers
the hesitantly rising morning sun
untethered mind
muslin skin
perforated silences
guttural cackle of bone
river of undulating flesh
caressing the stain
tongue, breath, fume
burning forest of thoughts

two becomes one
becomes twice one
 

serene animal that gazes
with flaming eyes

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question

Things happen slowly
The turning wheel
is only a notch
In the spiral

I asked the stone
If it remembered
How the sun drenched
Its sleep

And it showed me the forest
and a childhood of falling things

When the world comes to you
It is better to just sit
and watch

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One song

There is only one song
One reed
The sound slithers through the windows
Of the eternal flute
Scouting for an opening
Searching for a solitude
That it will never find
Heart of the fire🔥 from which time came
And left her shadow in the artist’s dream

What craft can whittle out the brilliance
Of the tinkling bell of formless streams?
What roads lead to the place
where no mind can cast shadow?
What breath can carve out silence?

naked,
imperfect,
unfinished,
unchartered,
dappled,
prophet-less,
moon-burnt
🌙 night?

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