Kite Dreams

love-5

The journeys of the body
Till daylight is no more

The hip bones that dance
And an apple that sings

The strikes of the clockwork
That death rattle of the deepest splinter

The temples we pilgrim to
The holy grounds we worship

And the gods we blaspheme…

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