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Mud and lily vines, kohl. Rat tails. Immaculate.

Laughter, cold water, this is immortality.


Sun and puce clouds.

Cathedral, blood palms, organ.


Wet feet, dancing. Tongues aware, her perfume.


A song everyone knows. This is.

Drum circles, the only religion.


Dining and missing shoes. Here take mine.

This grand bow: I am God.


Sea, tight embrace, a staff.

The eels, her rooftop bathing.

Crowded kitchen, silverware.


Paper and wine and the sound, fire.

Hot night, sleep.

It is only eternity.






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