The Paracelsus Clam

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The Red Elephant's Dream

 

 

vague nation garnering

 

in pale, sensuous temples

 

mud & echoes

 

rude & idle stars

 

and the debutante

 

of young trees

 

who waits. Half-clouds

 

of the bride

 

craving sunlight

 

intimate crows

 

marvelous

 

collisions

 

of magic & capital

 

of smoke & flesh

 

over the graves like sky

 

bare (with shoulders

 

and long looks. The stones seem

 

to take

 

the hours

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The Red Lion is at HOME