All my themes are lovers
shut-up and write it
our seed spills on the bricks
a person flowers
weed-like in the current
why must I put my foot
in every wound and word
if not to claim you for my own
far heirs and forebears
like a phrase from
the other world for which
the words are approximations
literal translations
to be worked on
in further dreams.
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