Peking breast - less sky, …I’m lying
awake -
with eyes, heavy-lids -
Much less – of the diamond shape; sunset air
– too much for nights
in China.
The curving and curvature of imagination -
I follow - the the great (sun– mouth) from
heaven’s lips–
The kiss few people have felt, (the jade of sound) –
I feel the stars dropping from
out of nowhere-
Everything is not real – just
moaning past me –
I feel the nothing of lightning and thunder –
Ten volumes, thick , grip like lover’s teeth –
My lesson ends - before, water -
Dies of death and grows white hair -
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