Song of Sweetness
A long stalk of wheat
grass burning by the light
Dream small animal,
of shallows.
Press diamonds
back
into night
Black sky feeds the water
breeds sores on my tongue
paints names on marble stones
of legends yet to come
Do end pages mask our birthright,
does this book guide the star?
Who on the shore is christening us to be what we are?
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