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A PARADISE PAST
-.- Since we sent your lips bitten off
hearts have already passed and lethargy, sunsets and mountains
dream firsthand. ..
Earth And I look round and see only corners
unfinished
closed roads by men who robbed us hope
comets. Poems
collecting snow walk with your hands,
where previously passed by lightning and Bengal tigers.
back from the cloud to sea, sea
the mountain calls you. And let the future
fruit, still imperfect live downstream
again
for looks of those down here;
and perhaps die, when the blue
just goes along with you.
I as a mortal witness this paradise without lineage.
-.- Since we sent your lips bitten off
hearts have already passed and lethargy, sunsets and mountains
dream firsthand. ..
Earth And I look round and see only corners
unfinished
closed roads by men who robbed us hope
comets. Poems
collecting snow walk with your hands,
where previously passed by lightning and Bengal tigers.
back from the cloud to sea, sea
the mountain calls you. And let the future
fruit, still imperfect live downstream
again
for looks of those down here;
and perhaps die, when the blue
just goes along with you.
I as a mortal witness this paradise without lineage.
A paradise past.
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