Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Exotic Dust

Let me see you. Little foxes that damage the vineyards. Among the lilies. At night I sought him. In the streets and crossings.

I had hardly left. You daughters. Love before its own time. A column of smoke. Every exotic dust.

At his side against danger. Columns of silver. Inlaid with ivory. In the crown with which his mother. Eyes are doves.

Behind the veil. A flock of goats streaming. Thin and barren. A scarlet strand. Tower girt with battlements.

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