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[purple cowboy]

In Ancient China there's a
cold blue tinge in lieu of heaven,
evenything's happening, still.
Can diamond cut iron?
Multi-colored lakes in solar glaciers
but a dragoon on foot weaponless-ness
(the Gerund as a noun)?

Bumbling son of Pan -
the curve of your breast is a harp
with a nose pressed against the page.

those fabulous constellations
refractions of shadows
backlit star of the bear
light a candle for me
in your town.
or vice versa.

plucked from a rag red dawn
against the Eiffel Tower weeping
before returning to Taiwan trip...
i followed this malicious boy.

ringing breaks out
and
we run.