blow wind transit diaphine venus
her grin is measured lights out stars leap clouds to view the ghosts of seven samurai in new haven where butterflies gather and grass is teeming with neural nets learning how to make deep fog to hide me from the planets i hold in my mouth the tiny meteor fragment of aldebaran exhausted follower of women careens through saturn's brilliant rings my lover dreams her breasts float up like smoke bloom starry flowers dead I travel lifetimes never see the empty space you made with all the dancing river tongues and endless strokes caressing dawn’s abandoned grasp of light or radio dead I travel
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