How delicate the lilies when they bloom
beside the thin canals! How wildly vibrant
the music of the chimes at dawn! The room
is full of smoke and scents and the migrant
birds sing in the trees. I am the tyrant
ruling over meaningless things. Your sapphire
jewels and gems have sparkled in the errant
light of thunderstorms. You make me a fire
thirsting for your heavens, for your empire
extending beyond the horizon. Light refracts
and reflects off the water of my desire,
yet I am not satisfied. The Sun attracts
the salutary trees and the flowers display
the beauty that you exude when you lay.
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