I want to know.

My faith,

This puree of fears

And totem poles,

Is a carriage sculpted in stone.

Meet me,

I promise I will come alone.

In the city of your joy,

We will dine on cactus fruit.

Peeled and iced,

And reminiscent of your hand.


I will make you endless cups

Of lemon petal tea.

Fluid and warm,

And reminiscent of my mind.

And in the Damascene evening sky

We can trace the zodiacs of your throne.

I want to know.


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