Up Dharma Down
Undulate. These symphonies
Proliferate emotions.
Down on the floor, my knees
Harvest my lithe elations.
Are you mine, then not?
Repair me — soon unknowing —
Mercurially forgot.
Allow me this — imploring —
Drown me now, I beg you.
Oceans breathe musical hellos
Wedged deep and always true,
Neither azure nor dying yellow.
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