this is
this is
the land
where Indian
tribes
embalm
carnations
the day's tremulous
ink
the red hot
rose
adrift
the annals
of the
jungle
you stretch
out
softer than
the memory of a blind man
later
you find me
you find me
and become
the rough city
that seals
my mouth
you explore
time like alcohol
doubts,
those orphan
airs
you exhale,
arise from
doubts
my only
fortune
the
booty torn from fear
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