Night is a jar of spices
carried from exotic Orient
but extracted from hidden
caves
extracted from caves of secret
where bay be desolate
and the face of the heavens becomes red
as it kisses the breasts of the sea
becomes the face of the heavens
covered in spume
salty to counter-balance
the sweet honey of the kisses
but
it counter-balances not silence
spices of the orient
balm
Night-nurse of Earth-wounds
silhouettes dark and
hospitals in mid-heavens
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