the gypsy sings the mystical 
revelation of an undulating 
rhythm taking root in concealed 
magic with docile swaying 
the gypsy chants the primeval 
struggle between eros and agape 
cradling the conscious existence 
in a language embracing infatuation 
broken wine bottles thrown by 
the gypsy after fervent conquests 
of sacred altars expose secret 
caverns enchanted with dreams 
the gypsy sings of freedom 
from discourse and meditation
from A Foreign Landscape (1984)                
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