Are We To Dine In The Eternal Mind
are we to dine in the eternal mind
of sacred ingenuity ?
these seats in which our souls entwine
to speak the language of floral fluency?
at a loss, we stare round the bar
frantically at auburn stars
to seek the everlasting love
the love of which cannot undress.
veils of fiery violet craft
keep us from our rising yearn
to source the evil that we learn
in finding us, our homemade raft.
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