Fairly heroic.
Cloudpuffwhite
Walt Whitman bearded.
Sight. My eyes
are so green that when
I look at you, your face
becomes an emerald,
or like a meadow
that is so completely absorbed
in its color that
it catches in your throat.
Flowers never need
alterations.
Sometimes
the sky is so beautiful
that even the windows
are in awe,
not letting me
see it clearly.
Windows
built into us, into our limbs,
my feet have bricked wells
built into them,
Thus
I fall into myself.
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