imagine this only

imagine this only
washed beneath
a sea of green,
suspended as if
dans un verre de lalique,
in a moment emerald,
wrested from the
fist of time by memory,
hung upon the breast
of an egyptian queen
sailing serene,
gift of starstruck rome.

leaves of glass,
blown blind by memory,
the obliterated self
subsumed beneath majority,
vegetal conformity,
beautiful non-entity,
until celandines,
gold stars spinning,
blow the dream away.

sticks piled by the stile
where the wild mouth
dropped them,
these are my words.


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