my love is bronze sky
interlacing garlands
being drawn
this pain/t is old
canvassing
amidst vertiver veil
I walk with Sappho
brushing blushing jargon
as she whispers names
into moving fountain pens
vessels torched
moving over spinal cords
lulling colors speak
where frequencies
are freed in their awakening state
Frida smiles from her burning bed
her ebony eyebrows lifting
holding Vincents left ear
under Prussian blue
sun flowers reaching out
from their high stems
left outgrown
in the garden of Etten
chasms untied
frailty sings
innocent
abysmal destinies
abandoned
sentient sentiments
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