keep it simple
darling
back to the beginning
when all things were possible
all, meant to happen
under the dark brown folds
the twin fields of her breasts
and they went forth
and multiplied
the tender name-beings
that spoke the world
and promised each new thing
its amnesty, no matter how
the pale stars would claim
that freedom belongs by agency
of their insidious, cold radiance
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