twilight locks lusty take on to the scales all beauty weathered of honey'd nerves
none shall echo in song knocked unto heaven's eunuch wings
it's time you came and sink to me mists a running first fever
let deep dear things drink of the leafage eared in seed
past pyramids who lifted you off your hinges unheeded
air waters of threshold of winter shining of iron spring
fictioned night breaks moved into you as cloaked storms clapped
followed into infernal flashlight beam your parallel darknesses away
tickled by deadend moss and of harsh friction
rub nature spermatazoa into urns as ash
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