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Nov 2011
I provoke the wind
in a dialect shared with him
and him alone.
He whispers assent,

as assuaging liquid draughts
glance my submissive frame.
A desolate wanderer,
incising the burdensome night.

Accompanied by none corporeal,
I prowl satin fields,
illuminated by Luna
and Saturn, her amber consort.

©*Thomas Gabriel
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