adorned in rose-bud pink
skin polished and painted
a flesh shade off geisha white
diamonds draped, a true match
to the pear-shaped tears flowing
lágrimas incógnitas
from beneath leaded-combed lashes

isn't she a doll, so easy to hold near

snake-coiled helices
spring-feted agitants
buzzing, droning, drunk on dew
calling out and hungering

there can be no satiation
there can be no hiding
always there is a flower blooming

isn't she a petal, so easy to hold dear

FEED ME

Hush now, little dolls and dew drunkards
the sage within wears lotus blue
swims within the psychedelic hues
of pooling tears and regurgitated nectar

76

Age hard and brittle
Stand in defiance
To the wind
To change
To the Tao

Remember there is no twig that cannot be snapped
There is no trunk that cannot be uprooted

Here the wisdom lies with youth

Allow yourself to remain soft and supple
Remain rooted and nurtured
Yet move as fast as the wind
Move with the Tao

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