the goblet with tornado force
suspended on a floating square
bring mirror furs
and thriving purple octagon
to the dance of silver necklaces
in an expanding eye.
In the rings of ascending birth
where I keep turning up
like a bad penny
meet me halfway to earth
on a shapely cloud
with juggernaut armchairs
lilac lasers that leave glowing marks
and the underwear of Saturn.
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