Thunderous epigraph allowing
what we have wondered for so long as
which
follow low the dervish spins the
arrow row in fence hedge grow
creeping reel simply evening
awkwardly we embrace, kiss,
fall back down again
mandarin grins rim our courtyard
where the shadows postulate upon
our true natures, discuss our relation
to the cloth-thick night
disjointed sounds, I listen to your lips
and tongue quarrel, three wicked sisters
writhing
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