through the trees and shining on the naked walls
of me
flickering like fireflies all streaming vivid chaos in their wake
I remembered you
all the iterations of the empire of the senses
I revisit like an indeterminate circle when I feel the stopping halting rythym
the pulse of you but
the numbers of you an enigma
the sun eclipses moon earth fire water air
all 4 signs of palmistry
like a dancer at the court of tyrant kings and princes all pretenders to the throne
the colour blue all poured from the sky
then darkness fools the firmament and challenges its verity
as if the devil seeks better a vocation
and a man glasses the future
a blind man cataracted by freedom
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