over a faintly ringing town
set my backpack down
on steps of glowing marble
I hear paradise calling
above these knots of concrete
doubled echoes kiss
the swirls of ears
around the misty ceiling
panels slide like ice dividing
theaters of quiet light
kept crackling for fragments
of divinity that doesn't need repose
paths pouring from an unseen rose
fed by magnets of a frothing fountain.
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