Through slits in the plantain leaf,
Celestial surge!
The fabulous old Goat
Extends nightlong
Ancien régime
Propositions. Stick with him
And you’ll be wearing diamonds …
Barely relenting
You of the cool breast
Unclasp the rivière.
Facets reassembled
Pulse and scatter.
The courts of heaven
In sparkling shambles
Struggle against you
Like a shack on poles.
I can’t compete.
Giving of my very
Self, I’ve seen you
Clouded by the gift.
You want diversions
Deeply pure, is that it?
Trust me. I keep trying
Not to break down.
I know the hoof
Imprinted on my clay,
His bulk and poise
Who drinks you, enters you;
And hold you close,
Too close to make the best
Of that recurrently
Real beast in you.
At dawn asleep
In fairness take these colors.
Do not sweep me
Downstream with the stars.
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