the sails
turned inside out
the lightning
and no thunder
but my eyes my
wild red eyes
shudder
the snail
is still out
in the dark
tonight
it has come out
to fade
because some things
want to fade?
open your sails
and fly: the bat
already so;
followed by a slow
owl
her terrain
scouring
no, no
you leave the nightingale
clamoring
pouring love notes
in the sky love-notes
lightning
but no thunder
but love notes
my brain
works thus.
my eyes
work thus.
gods - temples
these come
not often
but on rare days
the brain - Acropolis
gods - temples
not often
not often
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