Her eyes intensified destroyed the impossible clarity of the evening. Aquamarine at midnight, skies of milk and summer. By erasing it yet more clearly. Hyperbolic acid in her glance-- impossible to petty moralities; all enter and dissolve. Ha ha! How luxuriantly have caravans of myself, my own, my bedouin soul, passed green nights exploring these portals. Meadows of somber enormity. Ha ha! This should interest those who pretend to be scientists of spirit.
Myself? I am rapturous for escape. Into reality, the unpurveyable.
Prom-dressed scarecrows stuffed with diamonds of anguish would pay a very high price for my innocence.
Then:
---Your mouth is a brood ground of old whores.
Every word is an untranslatable genesis.
---Piquant egotism!
I say her eyes.
From the collection "Adoring Thorns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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