TRINITIES OF SMITTEN CONSTRUCT

In full plumage of sex I crawl to a garden
where an empire of wishes has never quaked
a purple mold on a granite chair

morphs into a woman, then a bird
still with a suggestion in its eyes
that will never cease

vices lead to virtues and virtues lead to vices
tangled vines wind unyielding songs
into all green machinery

shovels on stilts build graves in air
where arms are needed I reach
my body joins an engine it could not make

to rise through huge Vs of flock that drop incandescent
droppings on a plank, whose grain years crawl
an island where nobody waits

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