Morning flutters
Over twitching eyelids,
Curtains dancing
An orange tango.
Not far beneath
But galaxies away
Thanatos and Eros
Kill and copulate
Amidst strangers
With quite plaid eyes,
While old friends and lovers
Negotiate the beauties
That keep blood young,
Stumbles at bay,
The dance—now a waltz—
Rippling the half moons.
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