upon the upper meadows of brief living
her halo fits time’s beauty
thence come unusual formations of sense
and abstractions from dense matter
the under-rind a trying set of postulates
messing in assorted cocktails of feelingfacts
in the romances of sex-bliss goddess bless
them you go whew! bless them goddess forever
a youth-dive into the wave like a scoter
all the more ebullience of potential
coruscated common jeweled salt suds
mango toboggan swimming the swan’s road
that’s all for now muchacha the dawn is come
I’m off to catch the air before I see the sun
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thank you--i like the last couplet
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