EDGE Emerge
night
slice the breeze,
graze the clouds
under the black abyss;
rain runs not so fast, shakes
blankets
of sacrdotisas.
Tilt and disturbing, sleepy
and brown
on fire as
sparrows sing,
the fresh ink stars,
as meek brown,
enrredadera lightning, as seaweed,
threads as yield,
come
kings of thrones and sand, the moon
leans distints
of ways, oh mothers
pearl flower oh
seawater.
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