In the Grass
Your thirsty bones, insatiate sand.
All that is life glistens down
those spacious cheeks,
Spilling over blades of lash.
Your Auricle-fed, adventitiously perfect, root
is this 'every moment of life'.
And the light of your brightness shines.
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