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so too
a simple peck from your lips to mine
shall inflame the bond of our flesh
till our spirits slip into th’ Innerworld
where all seasons are one
Night to his pillow of dreams
as squints Day and stretches her light
to awaken Love beyond measure
though not the wild
the vanishing wild
consum’d by
cement
technology
and violence
this alternate paradise
must suffice as paradise
until Nature’s children
germinate
from Mankind’s progress
… or Mankind’s ashes
the tongue
of my mind
numb
speechless
knowing her name
knowing the dream of her
cannot hear me
until
the snake
of untimely darkness
becomes a comfort
I’ll never remember