I watch the dazzling lights that trace a figure
on the zodiac, the lights begin to produce
a sustained illusion. The images seduce
the disciplined man, her form is just so rare
that I can't comprehend it. She's obscured
by language and the names that I use reduce
her to static maps. The water is inducing
growth in grasses, the delta has endured
many a storm. I seem to remember a woman
wandering the cypress floor, I am tempted
to possess her now. I hear the mumbling shaman
on the porch, the sky is lit by the abrupt
lightning in the distance. The Moon wanes
above the courteous sod where she has slept.
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