Close those iridescent eyes;
Those two nebula that hold the chandelier
Of the ebony azure
Those two planets compelled to yield
The distances of the shores
Those two languorous vessels cleaved
By somnolence
Those two gardens of plush and bounty
A tapestry that ratifies the silence
Among our stars.
Close your eyes
And clench your sockets
Let your soul glide and rustle
Its invisible fringes, its skirted delight.
Close your eyes
And the unbelieving and the undoing
Will turn to gold-spangled perpetual liberty;
Close your eyes love,
Like a fire kindled in the abyss
And when you wake to the sound of
The jovial ray's morning sycophancy
I am here, still, perhaps with eyes closed
Until you wake me with your own,
Melancholic breath.
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