Unreadable—remarkable as such,
encoded in a song, a couple phrases
drawn together. Her wide hip has drawn
upon it horses, graphemes and diphthongs
in sequences. I open up my hand
like roses do, an energy is there
articulated. She moved in sentences
and images, I sense her sense and then
remember what I'm not. Yet when I look
into the words, her eyes: the leaves of trees
float on a river to its end. I laugh
because I am amused, laughs aren't read
nor thought. When I grab her, the horses drawn
begin to wander the illumined pasture.
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