longing for the sycamore
and sap upon my brow
das maiden voyage
of supernovas,
and celestial playgrounds,
polaris in my see-saw
forth imagination binge,
like baron and duchess banquet platter
or a subterfuge
sypher my completeness
and spray it upon
your favorite brick
find everything to be found
in nothing that is missed
drums striking dervishly
a matador and his hat
is the gentleman and his pipe
on the trail of matters of fact
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