A Connection Between Stars

She gives head down impressions of ion fingerprints

in pools of prism light

She liaison, me my meager mortal,

to transcend vivid colours

to amend limbs of facts

to append hymns incoherent

so hear it, “Hims sees God on hims back”

to scale the crest of the moon if only to scream last words over sleeping men,

“Sleeping men: be dreaming men, she’s weeping man,”

to seek rainbows in the presence of rainbows

She troubles over me so I can see

From her knees

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AND WHEN SHE OPENS UP TO ME, ME MY MEAGER MORTAL, I RECORD MY FINDINGS IN PRIMITIVE CAVE PAINTINGS, READ LIKE SHEET MUSIC LEFT BY BLIND SURREALISTS IN A PERPETUAL GENUFLECT

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