Saintly sitting saturn moon in mind's eye view,
scrumptiously pale linen and earth rotted varying wheel,
thinly erect,
stolen face from stars known,
false hair hiding self,
impure,
mysteriously lost on fluffy black, grey, white pillows.
Dripping down through these pillows falling only to become lost in these pillows once more.
Sweetly retrospective dream with issued denial of masculine form,
lacking presence and always wanting but not knowing.
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