with your whips of mercy.
Pour out the covenant of oil
upon my willing shades
and the terror of the dusk brighten.
Pull down the smoky pillows from the windows
let the cuts of light reign
and the bones of an ancient love
find flesh to walk again.
For hologram line boxed clouds
the crooks of a miraculous highway
long ruts with rank prodigious flowers
the cracks of a settled sun.
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