entertained by aqua opium tides that
breathe with the moon
we are
delighted by the tangerine wine that lingers
on our honey plum lips
we are enchanted by prismatic snails that trip on tulip wood
our tithings are our poverty
cinders and
scorched fingers
we don’t need much
as we wipe our tears on stone altars
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