The stalker of my dreams pursued me into the morning

for AM

In your dark mouth

I have seen the thousand mountain words.

Shoals of silver leaves

Swim beneath the city's domes,

Among the fountain crowns.

Breath murmurs

Within the bullet-soled slippers

As you dance

In black-whiskered air bubbles.

The shattering air glitters,

Dust clouds the sights,

And your raven's wings

Dissolve softly on the horizon.

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