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Polar air dries the night gowns of dismembered stars
As a shroud of distilled snow covers his lashes,
Dimming on cerulean light, where his pupils linger -
Hiding imperfections and haunted...desolated spaces
Within.

In his vision...growing... the alien sun defiles,
And the greed of his footsteps clutters next to Mars
Where the circlets in the revolutions grow like cannibalistic ripples
Joined in the unanomous soul stealing chorus
Of reflecting waters.

Desire-bitten lips stray on her name... sometimes
When the moon glows young and he remembers
The fading glimpses of the world that was awake –
Wild in the play of motions that conjured life.
He remembers... ...then he forgets.

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