Green circle, blue line, black square until ever.
Back a ways there are feathers and feathers and fever.
Take way that purple thing you left out of the picture.
Purpose toward something tall, impossible and wrenching.
Nothing to smooth, nothing to scratch, indestructible
Blue circle, blue circle coming and going horizontal
Installation of you in the songwet planks of a pirogue.
Raising of you along the boulevards, wind understanding.
Something to lean up against, something to notice, starpath.
Mirage of fevers inside it and under do you go hunting.
Pause of you nearby a paler blue basin of water, ungoing.
Clatter of palm leaves, shuffle of sleeping through under.
Creaking of leather, shaking, little clanking of metals.
Breathing of you, unlatching, unmoving surface of water.
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