Without water off the memory leaf
Many Suns I haven’t been son of my soil
Name, frame, framed face, unframed word
Of desire, delight, passion plight, gushes
In and out of water fried in pan and fire
Dance between blaring and blur and blank
Forever disrupting every tie and téte-a-téte..
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