At the eleventh hour
We left to where we'd seen your tongue beautiful sun
Clothed with orange - splendour
Circling neck beads of life
Stretched fingers of rays
Fingers washing us into the day
King of the sky
Tongue and tenderness in marriage
For as in rebirth
The Earth's emptiness our feet traverse
Drift us in jubilee
To your word-chambers unknown.
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