To really fill out existence
flesh becomes both necessary
and fatal or how else
would I be savoring
the sweet juice of this tree
I call mine barely
able to intuit any of
the alchemy by which
its daily lifting to the sun
and stars manages to
bring forth the blood
of this great deva
surrounding and enfolding it
like drinking cheerfulness
and then she taps your cheek
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