gray clouds shattered by sun
are distilled in glass
five nets of oysters flying through the air
break on the prow of an iron dream
with rising portholes
crowned with frozen steam
overlooking a silk mattress
of cooling foam and flashing flowers
on the borders between teeming worlds
your singing mouth a chrism
where I go to be gently scarred
soft arms in a shark's tooth necklace
baptism in undeterred blood
wide shores of interlocking lights
moon shine on turtle shells
and pelts of deer
songs climb down the chasm
of these weapon walls
where the sacred oil falls
like hesitant water
unbound in your tumbleweed
of bending rhythm
may the basins of bright time
release and shine
autumn's height of departure
with a thimble on a crimson crest
tipping slightly over.
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