i am violated by this day      ambushed since dawn      

it glimmers overhead then seeks out my

tongue       ice cube cold-kindled       considerable as

some windsong of a beige and spicey sand

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beautyofgod-true

beautyofgod-whatever

(must be bewitching       i am convinced though i

know either all or nothing right now) yet this day

carries the new blue spainward       moving air

is the green of white virgin rosebuds freshly spilling

over my fingers their icy petals from a sky squeezer

in the shape of a fish that follows my eye to

the three heavens      this is one bubble that

should burst to release the rest of the todays

all teeming with good       poured and poured     

sun-sashed blood-sky wearing nothing but clarity     

pour the new blue     pour

this wine into a sunray bouquet for the dawning

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