A Plumed Substance

Come with me to the sea’s skin of love
the electric pasture is loving on your curves.
Inside the homogeneous lighthouse, many fluidic waves?
Brings all the makes cathedrals.
A angelic sunshine
of bells
your snow is a farm filled with iridescent dove
This serendipidous prize and fluttering flute grows me,
with it’s ancient hooves like lips and breath.

And cashmire hooves like brow and bird feathers
indicates the horse’s rustling heart.


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