with hues of yellow, blue and white
dissolves against the distant stars
and melds with carousels of night
the veins of which are astral souls
that don't put on the guise of flesh
their dances reconfigure leaves
in which the sap of trees enmeshed
a human poison, held within
that blossoms poison on its wrecks
the kernel of our demon nature
embedded in its reticence
the cautious bonds that are not cautious
save to our deceitful eyes
we sever all that nourished us
and in the end deserve to die.
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