The faster we float away
From one another the kowtower
Crumbles into the cracks
Of a deserted earth that has
Seen nothing of water or grass
In what would become 600 B.C.
Theirs was a past life pavilion
Special fruits and flowers
Only appeared in delicate
Quantities but like everything
Fragile they too broke intolerably
Before the second rising of
A double headed moon that was
Eager to become its own identity
The villagers were unaware
That anything had changed and
Sleep contoured the sky as
Their breaths were confirmed into
A night full of comets scouring madly
As though they knew they would
One day become the bloodline
To fireworks and the birthstone
Of a dimmer time when it was
Necessary to light up the celestial
Heavens as the sun could only
Boil for so long but never did
Restful nature plan for the future
Of its distant existence to ponder
A once past because the curls were
Made of silk and the lips were
Of lust licking passion from
Other worldly souls whose winged
Creature-like existence was
Something like riding narwhals
No one had a console to turn off
Writing was on each other’s backs
The taste of skin was like
Biting into a peach plucked
Perfectly from the tree of life
Sensual bliss and salty reality
A divine breath of being
Sailing in opposite directions
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Poétique 