Water spurts incredibly
Clear up under simple feel
And that is how
We drank water
A loon fled into water
Because a raven could not dive or swim
Only spinning is a star, dizziness
Simple ceremony appeasing weather
With you sky, with for you sky, between a feeling a sky
Heartfelt redolent in June, roses fume
May day, perpetual field of velvet horizon
At a slant is the unicorn’s mane
Realization from seed to flower
We made contact chalices filled, a sticky sweet rim
Oenone in layers tissue white
Garb blooming staunchly against salt caking waves
Tosses the self secret she has into the sea
A volume into silence
Liquid shadow engulfing liquid ruin
Dumbess as a condition obsolete
In generalization sea flowers join her hair
A music hummed in the mind otherwise mute
In sedge hats we walk along
Pulling iris and water oats for our vases
Lysistrata’s cool, logical edge
Lance leaved, golden rod
Linear leaves, untoothed edges
Note the fringed beards
And the relatively short spurs
On this deep yellow orange species
Spur Shorter than that deeply fringed lip
Sepals rounded and curved inward
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