Raise a semicircle

and profound caves;

your looks envelop me like a
scattered mist

or lushest fruit

which betray like injured crystals.

I adore those eyes with their basins,

strange flowering
on such a serious skull,

Hair lengthens seeking calm,
earth’s horizontal

speaking incoherent
or beautiful phrases,

speaking painful phrases.

Perhaps our secret
can be revealed through

trinkets of bad omens in breeze,

gray skies make nostalgic

time capsules of
dazzling stained glass or indestructible
empty stones,

frozen pearls.

At least, I understand the intention:
I know it was good.



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