There is No Patrol Car

Multitude of miracles!
In and out of the cinnamon the silvery and the blue
a snow of tigers
in the soft land of delicate rose
they half-opened it with lyrical threads
they drunk it with mineral candles
We open the halves of a mysterious and the secretive?
Lighting of warmth flows into the serene university,
the myriad flute gave it honor
nothing but that eddy of clusters
if you were not the lemon the clear moon.
Cooks, sprinkling its sugar
across the night
the equinoctial dignity of the school!


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