The deep wake of the semen
is the shadow of shadows that opens
baptism envelops you
and brings your homesickness to kneel
all sounds
fill the room
and turns
the egg on a needle.
Love breeds
compassion
the raptor
suitcase follows you on your walk
the egg
allows the semen to gape
the mother egg kisses the Phoenix Bird
and cracks walking soles.
The semen's
deep wake grazes
and furrows
all lawns
Grace of
the Phoenix Semen
opens the
natural river of the sun
breathing
through walls
opens the
sky of the ceiling
and the head
feeds through the fontanel
eggs as balloons.
Sleep's
swan gray and tear-soaked
the self
breathes its touch
the peace
of the heart for all the peace there is.
There is no
hope in the old world
the drops
are flame-filled wicker chairs you sit in
under the
domes of indestructibility.
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