long leaves tickling streams
of cloud-veiled air,
lips carved from granite
screaming silence against
the leaden moons
hung on singing wire
a temple of bamboo
festooned with drums
that tingle in frenetic thunder,
two sets of arms
hugging the same radiant oval
of subtracted space,
ring's rim of a meteor's range
the deranged surf
scattering rejected knives
where one handprint rides.
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