I Wept As Coriander

And the fleurs of, the magi of

And the moving grainaries

A blessing of groundlessnesses

Like apples for the ox

And self portraits of the poplars

A blissfulness of radio static

And cilantro films

In a marring of clouds

And forehead warriors

The calculus of the rain

On interim leavenings

Our chapter of the illuminations

A coterie of deserts

The styles of the magnolias

Along a causeway of glyphs

And liberating the forest

With ambrosias of this and that

Onto the variant sky

With berry thoughts

And a looting of daffodils

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