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prepare for the amorous  

confirm cadence as incidental  

implore observations of the mysterious  

that long to feel the unkept promises of dark matter 
here there are dreams of flying 

it may happen as happened to the actors

and they will act as they did 
speaking to one another  

and sometimes speaking together
quickly turning to wherever the moon is waxing 

there in their eyes they find a small shadow of a tear  

an inclination to show something 

from a somewhat different point of view
vying  at a distance 

standing naked is she thinking of his breccia heart   

as if a fairy-tale turned into song poetry   

if allowed she begins her musings with laughter
it fits in with a frenzy of hidden intent
until mere fragments are laid open by that omen    

reversed direction, back to the elusiveness of wings

and no way to steer them into a position that fills the gap  

I have chased the poem back into a dream 

where peculiarities are unrestricted in waking my spirit    

I dream of flying to the rings of Saturn and back

the "Seven Sisters" know that I am your opposite still

where the light of Aldebaran is intact 

as flight produces the sensation of unfettered will

but, I am stuck here within my tongue-tied departure

I witness the steal feathered wing still seducing

and feel a que of ancient astronauts in a line reducing 
because there is sacrifice within my own desire