Of two colors, flowers bloom the tree
white and purple, amongst the green
freckles beneath translucent lipstick
ecstasy accentuated graceful gesture.
.
Of two colors whirls the day
and of two colors does the night
whispers and song, sighs and tears
twin saints girl of my eyes, bi- astros.
.
… upon the path leaving home,
a stolen pocketknife
no other boon bestowed, fairy-less
far off the clouds play a tragedy.
.
‘When garland of finest fragrance
not absolute did the chest aspirate
not consummate did the nose contemplate
transient the sublime perfumed abode
putrefactive memories reek of ruin
a garland of bones, refuge through shame and fear
extinguished eyelashes’
.
… upon the path leaving home,
a stolen pocketknife
no other boon bestowed, fairy-less
far off the clouds play a tragedy.

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