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I await here lessened by half

faded and unclear,

as if a promise broken.

can translucence travel back in time?



and she is shadowy flowing in gray.

swelled up to three times normal magnitude,

like the horizon dances between the sun and sea.

while the comatose sun is no longer matched in daring light.



then nighttime fell,

it copped a feel.

luridly floating on the edge of bliss,

while lost boys hid.



we who are human born,

we forget life, minds wander and thoughts travel.

listen to the dreamy voice of Sleeping Venus.

poetic elusive, logic is disorder in her surroundings.



all forms of attraction she collects,  

decade's of provocations excited she enters.

oral epics confronted prosodic.

phrase discourse long and short.



the paradox of her linear singing,

all are seedlings of her ritual,

connected in a sacred task.

reaping a dust so thick we have become nebulous…