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I am awash
in resplendent green –
Summer has arrived
and for the first
time in forty-one
years I do not
know where
she is leading –
she will enervate
my words and bait
me with sticky
air; thick, wrought up
pall-bearers aligned
like Stars of heaven
leading a procession
of one,

leave no stone
unturned in this
love affair,

where the Sun is at it’s
farthest from me,
my persistent tilt
towards the beams
is all that remains
of nostalgia,
so I shall rest
for a time,
in splendid
Arcanum arcanorum.

is bliss so
we sing
about the


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