Among the wild, ungoverned heads of state
a passion reigns. The earth covers the stone
and grass covers the earth; as I've imagined,
dew moistens the ground. She begins to write
her being across the sky, the infinite
mystery of her disorients me. I'm alone
in the world without a course, her soft neckline
is white like the horizon. In the late
evening, I know my love for her is true
because of the mosquitoes. I am ruled
by these irrational designs, the Sun glares
above the trees and blinds the awful rogue
that's hidden. I rein the will in such a style
that deludes men and has been known before.
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