A nap for an eclectic poet that
counts up the turns of architecture, acts
with knowledge of the measure of the room
or situation of the solar system.
The Sun―a chariot―spectacular
arrangements of light, the twinkle of
the red planet in Leo. A first quarter
Moon is filling up, the calendar
designates a new day that's begun
in another language. I have heard
her love like that, a music of the spheres
revolves about her, I have sung it out
voluminously in the open halls
and doorways. Love asleep in a cadence.
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