....witches
the spirit of night
parley under banana trees
dancing alone in dusk wonderment
where,i have seen no bodies
dance at live rendezvous,
what calmness terraces the city of calm
what oldness boldens a child,
what fetters of unfettered ankle
betroths revelry of flesh and blood
seated in unsmirched closed lips,
what whips of whips hung
inflicts unpurposed ills
and stroke a mildewed fist
caught in the eclipse;
of will-pharos,
remolts destiny.
parley under banana trees
dancing alone in dusk wonderment
where,i have seen no bodies
dance at live rendezvous,
what calmness terraces the city of calm
what oldness boldens a child,
what fetters of unfettered ankle
betroths revelry of flesh and blood
seated in unsmirched closed lips,
what whips of whips hung
inflicts unpurposed ills
and stroke a mildewed fist
caught in the eclipse;
of will-pharos,
remolts destiny.
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