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Just a continuous gurgle
Of risqué refulgence
Caught in playful mirth,
She arises in consuming liquefaction
In trembling jade, and ivory.
She breaks against the rocks
Leaving mythical phalanxes,
Imagined spaces, ancient races,
Geographies, divinities, and
The desiderata of a life beyond life.
Persevering through the mountains,
Sulking in the plains,
Slothful at the delta,
She purifies a representation,
Indemnifies a myth, sanctifies a dream.
Her melodious compositions
Are free to those
Who want to listen to her,
But to those who wish to be set free
There is a quid pro quo. |
