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burning crooked roses
coyotes yip !
as i walk through baby cyclones
up the stairs to the sky
as she remained
on sweating rocking horse
deeply sea pearl glint in eye,
oh is there anything else other
than immortality,
reward and wisdom,
have i become the dog
that runs through muddy rivers
to wash the gasoline of brutality off,
i will never see an algae
covered stone coffin,
horse keeps rocking
travelling this
unremarkable earth machine,
stairs behind me
as are leaking babies
and crushed beercans,
no cloud castle
old vagrants song rings softly,
weeping in whitman’s embrace
i have left human shape
finger shadows reach
as frozen spider would,
my once and fevered love
rides on