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Click hereWise one, deeper than my own bones
once the observer, the angel underneath
now you hover over me in ways that make me think
anything is likely: water and earth may mix.
My imaginary eye, my pillar
Center of the temple
partner in crime, you become real
in harvest, in the gathering of your limbs each day
the bones that spread themselves in luxury
over me as we become landscape.
New creature, first priest
you roam my corridors as your own underworld
you admire their darknesses.
O you are the teeth of mountains
the spiral of sand
You are a sleeping planet that I watch from a distance
what I look around corners to see
You are a red ribbon around my waist
their darknesses. minor nit, whose? New creature, first priest - two seperate entities? A little too obscure for my taste. But interesting.