Tempest Blossoms
The alien crafts of night the tempest blossoms,
Infinities of mittens on mauve hands,
Satiety he said satiety I’ve come to Venice,
The black railings in the alley canals.
Tempest blossoms make rivers run
Granite eons of water and velocity
Paramount alliances of chisel
Never sounds the pebbles and crayfish.
The shadow is the aroma in full lips
Anna is the tempest
Bashing images.
Anatol Cordua © 2017
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