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In The Sancturial Mazes of Love In the morning still, The earth is fertile-rich, Sprigs of moss touching dawn, The rose pink harvest of dawn, The mellowness of a meditation, Love Jupiterian! Love like light on water! Love pouring down into ecstasy! Marks the first perfection of the symbol-dawn, You are heavy also... Yellow, blue, red-flecked white, Revealed functions of the basket-flesh woven, The blue-red flames of the holy guardian-angel, The mystery is complete around the ornamental sun, The hanged moon, And the neck of gold reflections, The white skin flecked with gold, the naked skin, flecked with tears, the stretched, the equal hearts, broken clean... VENUS
OF A THOUSAND FIELDS
BLUSHED SPHERES OF EMERALD JOY, IN THE HOUSE OF
BLOOD WE SING!
ALCHEMICAL EARTH-LOVE WATER-LOVE & EYES OF IRIDESCENCE IN THE GREEN LOTUS and there is the barren sun illumined among the flying specks of gold and i would spend them in the air... THE
WHITE SKIN
FLECKED
WITH GOLD, THE NAKED SKIN, FLECKED,
WITH TEARS, STRETCHED, the equal hearts broken clean... |
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