Naked, and the skin blooms, dreaming,
Four compass towers revolve round the sun,
As lion-light undulates through walls
And bones, and the mind reposes
Like a lily on a pond.
The black north is a wild boar,
Moon-tusked and capricious,
The white south shines in a cypress wand.
Deflagrated zinc of the bladed air!-
Windows, dusted like sleepers’ lids,
Flicker into the reptilian brain;
The strutting world fans a peacock tail
And the treetops shed slow rainbows.
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