mindopera

on a moth’s brittle wings
my bliss hangs
fluttering among toadstools
and obelisks
in a crumbling town
by the sea
purple
with sunrise, or suddenly
sometimes
when the strenuous
hours
awaken
fragile dream or lewd and sudden
impulse

a ghostbird sings

and my mind plunges into a clutter of filthy
hours

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