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It's fading: thinning: the early morning Bronze Age:
it's pouring around the whispering oboe of weathering:
and - from the ashes - the clarinets shine yet -
which are enlightening the night –
aloof: the strained animal retreating:
and: towing behind self: the dying violoncello:
and then - although: they are pressing the veins right in the throat -
strained violins – can't stop the bleeding:
in the eternal sleep: the trumpet is resting

She's burning - the guitarist hot at noon:
hot - she'll bewitch – charming and almost mealy:
the one: who is strumming the pale chords around:
and: except the fingers - doesn’t trembling with anything:
except the fingers - doesn’t trembling

They are pounding at dusk:
they're pounding: drumming – by increasingly longer shoulders:
shaking the meat on their hands - diving their fingers
into the membranes - they're mourning into the ears  - into the night:
and: feeding with the echoes

They are thick: fast: they are skew:
forked:
in the embers on the toes - their shoulders - they will put
with another hands:
the violent: knitted: they are blazing
they're flowing by kisses in red vipers:
in the plaits on tops of their tongues:
they'll crawl home by their own mouths






                        

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