Before Diogenes, or the Tautavel scratchers
when leaves like magic fed the sunset haur
and molecules mimicked only themselves
a sphinx foraging in a wan cell
finally took leave as Gia
a seed to shatter kingdoms
a kiss upon the crumble
a potato trickster
crying obviously
o whispering plum
o powdery summit
And you quit your mouth and throat thick eyes
in every cell
in every moment
its fresh debasing
and deep licked crimson lather
above the egg
whose boundary
languages no silence completely
the favorite example
in disguising all communions
there in the toss of castaway debates
its sign a fissure to the light's blind bud
a seeping, a stall, a fully random turning
as we transplant the old names
its sacrifice born in jaunty colors
between the ever-slackening waves
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