the gypsy sings the mystical
revelation of an undulating
rhythm taking root in concealed
magic with docile swaying
the gypsy chants the primeval
struggle between eros and agape
cradling the conscious existence
in a language embracing infatuation
broken wine bottles thrown by
the gypsy after fervent conquests
of sacred altars expose secret
caverns enchanted with dreams
the gypsy sings of freedom
from discourse and meditation
from A Foreign Landscape (1984)
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