stones clustering around the beaked and feathered gasket
and then a flow of darkness
which in it's self is a movement
ravishing and unlimited
an inward illusion
imprisoned in a rock
bridled to a gullet
entombed in an ingot
of gold stamped
"red and black is back"
o the one
they say don’t say want to say
deeply hidden
locked away swollen stuffed
filled to feel a kiss
that truly felt kissed
never even knowing the way
measures and distances and regions
to explore
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