The East Wing of my I Ching
is newfangled
with fish scales and nag champa
and an Aries to wrangle.
My tea leafs sparkle
like dew on a cobweb
dawn corona.
And the licorice Night -
just a trance
for headlights to
dance too.
Nov 21, 2018
Nov 21, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
The East Wing of my I Ching
is newfangled
with fish scales and nag champa
and an Aries to wrangle.
My tea leafs sparkle
like dew on a cobweb
dawn corona.
And the licorice Night -
just a trance
for headlights to
dance too.
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