a ring made by my very compass
i spread wide the legs of my compass
to draw a bigger ring. your half-moon
inset like a child's treasure-map,
to draw a bigger ring. your half-moon
inset like a child's treasure-map,
i am enframed by the vault of your
sealing.
with salient angels tongue-kissing,
their
backs pressed gently against these are
some hills, alright. i enclose the spur
projecting from your mountainside
with my moleskin.
backs pressed gently against these are
some hills, alright. i enclose the spur
projecting from your mountainside
with my moleskin.
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