all the boy sopranos populate my dream
these olive trees protect the measure of distraction
when soil changes there are sports to play
lit source of sunlight renegade the caveats
blend or be untimely drained
it is never morning anymore
the pale light sifts through spare trees
curtains separate an urgency from sight
the power of singing winds me
I will offer alto voice encompassing more vibrato
than is wanted in this stratosphere
where violet in due course comes down
to weigh a litle something once
our happiness is dry
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