Thursday, August 4, 2011

Sonique tropique

ordant and valacious
order of the universe
reversing every
ting in a multi-hivrous
balm of joy,
palming pearls of love,
swirling diamonds sunning
banquets eating
grapes alone.  Order
of the universe preserved alone
in the droplet,
there,
dripping almost off your little finger
spilling sunwise toward the drain
of life, the oceans
melt into the mar,
almost aswirl themselves.
The smell that rises up off them
is that of honeysuckle,
maybe in the wind.

 

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