Rain through my clownish
ineffectual tangles
where the electric rejects
the hints that escape
from the labyrinth of
my hunch that parted
her arms in the rhapsody portal’d
eternal jungle of your colors
to see if I can zip
the lips of Zarathustra
so as to listen to the
I Love You’s in your silence
that completes all unknown things.
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