The desert rose inside the summer house
is nothing personal just as I am nothing
personal day and the snow in my heart
after significant torpor is all at once per se
though it is now confused by joy
Inside the rose is the vault of night
the milk of stars and the milk of stones
a row of glasses on a long table
Filled clouds lunge across the shifting dunes
The rapture
of their flux
eviscerates
our fucked attachment
to fix
desert rose revision
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Omg the “fucked attachment / to fix” Also, I laugh-snorted about the clouds lunging across the shifting dunes.
“Inside the rose is the vault of night
the milk of stars and the milk of stones
a row of glasses on a long table”
You’re killing it/me