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Kali s electric body glistens

under a sweating sun.

Sedge smolders in thick African plum

(like an angel from Moreau)

The aster green hisses of

time flaxen iron.

Belts of stars whisper upon the shores

as stars of the sky fell to the earth..

Do thistles find

your nipples

as you careen through boughs?

As the wild hunt resumes its course,

does amber flame fit your face

like a helmet made from ore?

Kali's electric body glistens under a sweating sun.

Holding Helen sweet I sat undone

between the embrace of a deathly corpse.

Godiva rides

through city walls

I struggle back to

heed owls.

Above brilliant lava and

sedge screaming Arles.

Sailing through ghostly night!