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This love is for nobody, that is why it dreams
such luminousity has never existed
the thicket that rustles musically
is the tarnished path of branching stars
and the sickened mind must pull
sex-carcass away from it
to awake, build daily and nightly
a fortress around its rainbow spray
an incubator in the wide open
onanist's igloo in the bright of a frozen beyond
that only to be melted

this love is for nobody, that is why
it can't sleep and continues