a smooth luminescent glow
pouring forth, purring fourth,
third, second, first and beyond
perfection, whimsy, soft form...
rare are the perfect ones
plentiful are the 98% ers,
purrs, no slurs, no furs, thin purse
a string of rare finds around my neck
blessed to have been at the feet
of the divine mistresses, touched
by their righteous hemisphere
I left the left
to dance
with glistening balls of white
love, well formed, simple,
honor, form, a chord of symphonic
opalescence pouring into my
density, thinning the me
swirling into US, US, US
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