Rosy as sunsetting hair
and eyes colliding
a pin stuck in his hand
a thorn of plenty
As the black -
As the dove tailed bird
flew accross the -
the bird swept the sky
and the animal in me
said I would never fly
reptiles at my feet aloud squeak
the queen has killed the king and
left him to memory
In the dismal twilight I awoke
like the smoke from a chimney rising
I climbed out of bed and there before
my eyes lay the lady of the skies.
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