_____ by Bastet

liquid thighs
fall
into a strait
the isthmus
of arms that are
vines

pulling things
that float in
toes forest together to lighten far away landscapes
fingers
spread out begetting alluvial fans
the bosom
beats and soft curls the moss that is hair
growingontrees: [and] besideriver bedsshining on
stomachs that glow in the peaking sun's

wave above shifts of far below wars
quakes (((((((vibrate))))))) to the skin which is
a flock of purple lined clouds
pregnant
with red hot monsoons

eye lashes
bat wings of feather
the heart beats like an hour

the ear
is
the cave lonely gems gather into

eyes shine light moon to small
---bridges
--^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
in small places

sighs
like sobbing thunder
holding a thin hurry cane
releasing
racing thoughts.

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