Turquoise blasts of wind

parrots in pairs flit by

Rages

the world flames

A tree

seething with crows

blazes and does not burn

Calm

amids the tall sunflowers

you are

a pause of light

The day

is a great clear word

a fluttering of vowels

Your breasts

ripen before my eyes

My thoughts

are lighter than the air

I am real

I see my life and death

The world is true

I see

I inhabit a transparency

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