Beneath reliquaries of gongs and turbans,
Recall the clatter of marionettes.
Unburden floors with hammocks and bristles;
Renounce no swoon.
Be lucid;
Beware crouching dervishes.
If disturbed,
Exhume the breath of luminous midnights.
Where mandates become faultlines,
Nomads may require new road music.
Snort when doubt persists;
And dine only on hunters and victorious plums.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
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