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Beguiling fragrances


Scent, that
smell of the dungheap He
passed on the way to the charnel house

Picking the undone
forms and sluicing them on
to the river
that fragrant smell of
decay assailed His senses
But wait, when
gets the other way

 who is that, what is that, where is that,
those flowers
and beckon
nodding glances and sweet allure
an escape to a
Happy time

colours of Emeraude, poison
and then
come those hordes to
vanquish and take
what is Theirs
But what of what is His

 she looks,
and of hers:
who portions that
who inhales is lost

 Can that be possible
then be one again

as the toiling ants show
and You shall succeed

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