all you bone-white hours
You cool-blue shadows--
fall always across my shoulders?
You smoke-sweet air
and cloudy water,
will you be in my bones and blood,
through the passing of the cells?
You tall snaking palms,
you hazy hillsides,
still frame my vision?
—cement, dusty and cracked,
walk with me, when I go?
—will you? you--glow against my eyelids?
leave my blood burnt
still wrap the night around me,
behind you
--when I go?
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