Coruscate

This large bottle filled
ends as liquid spilled
in great puddles
Accidents happen to dance
with one wet foot
Our lovely bodies huddled
in caves and landscapes
of varied circumstance
Eddies and jet streams
mirror the karmic city
of our dreams
Wild infinite tendrils
conspire with the ever-working
building and beautifying vandals
dismantling not patterns
but the idea of them
Reaching back with hands
swaying ever-lit lanterns
guiding like sunlight from the skies
coaxing flower from bud and stem
that’s a twinkle of our eyes
the sparkle perceived in gems

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