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With all life profane,

The ladles cradling streams of

Buttermilk current stretch out,

And alabaster lips unseal

So I may recall the soft timbre of whisper

In its stillness

When a fawn stumbles into the raid,

Honeydew high and deep in afterglow,

Mind swarming on purple sand verbena,

I forgive its delusion,

Caress its world view super bloom,

Shelter canary yellow eyes,

Then search to pin the legs of the stalking dog that

Lends its teeth to sticky, sad bedlam

War cries quake through lurching light

I bury a blade between its ribs,

Bear hug the soft canine frame,

Then smear ash on its brow

All who have forgotten remember now