O how no tears flow
In your arid hot soul
But they are made of wind
How calm winds pour from your sockets
Orbit orbit swim and dive
Around your hovered light
Sick from voices and eyes
But let platinum erode you soft
Smile only for that blessing
And even if not a muscle moved
Your ends are flowing in the sun
Beauty shine in blackest woods
Ego dim in whitest grass
Any color but gray
And place but in
Just to smile and whittle
Out under infinite
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