the man with an eye sees
hand writes
hand strokes
his mouth opens
her gates
'once' inside he's running riding walking climbing into streets avenues, boulevards, her arms brocades , breaches her barriers ,, her routes,
legs, awnings, tents, arcades, her trampolines a behemoth love a breath a
sunlight a feeling of birth breath
a breeze summering round the edge of his lips
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Not a mote in the eyes
cries remoteless
remorseless
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