Standing knee deep in water
invoking the sun god
going upward phenomenally.
I was learning to forget
the edicts of a fake lord.
Would not recognize─
the dirty tricks of a godman
in the garb of a hermaphrodite.
One day he was...
One day he was not. The wild
czar was pounding his chest.
A snow-capped moon was─
going down unseen in the
blue lake of words. There
was three dimensional appearance
but no deliverance for
the poor speech in distress.
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