Nicatinarama.

Infatuations started with smokeless conversations 

The Bamboo shoots of the gemini space programme 

the siblings of fire flamed in bolted tears 

of blacken eyes at leaden lace windows. 

—–

telephone trumpeters corruption of reverse charge

As the turtles tread bailed out oceans at ease 

with views of automobiles roosting in trees.

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With guns of peace talking you out of  

Presuming that you know the endings 

when you visited the Farthest peaks 

of the east in the year of the oiled horse.

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