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NAKED STONES THE WHOLE DAY LONG

shaman of the wallpaper

headboard priest in boxers

we wander the glad morning

where the sighing future waits

a sweet flower surrounds us

our fingers the dark plough of anxious hours

sun falls on the melismatic bones of heroes

each cup of clever sky clinging to

the city like a snowflake in the mouth

this is the earth

fences more tolerable than dreams

jockey shorts in the jaws of

each well-formed heart in every pleasant land

dancing on the road I feel

oxen fall from my shoulders

mother, children, father

wading away from night

there’s a seraph on my bosom

fate on apathy’s glimmering brow

lips are blue fire lashes

or idle thought

an hour an eye I love

earth’s contingent language

ancient blue petal