The white wool of sleep
is knitted with the purple pollen
of opium poppies
The ringing sound you hear
emanating from clouds
is made by someone
drinking the detail out of the sky
with their eyes
as lovers look deep
into one another's eyes
and all is voided.
3/22/82? 81?
3/22/82? 81?
sounds like an in class poem
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