Visions

You hallucinate a pail of water from a nearby sink-well with silver streams falling to the crop like snakes of water flowing to earth’s music and lie in stupor on a string cot under the tree.

That is when visions undulate in camel humps flowing in miasmas of desert sands of wind as if wind is water reverse-flowing to the sky.The words then transform your wind to water.

In the midnight’s music the words transpose the night with a desert of sands in miasmas.The visions turn thin poems breaking as light streams from a tube, as words reverse flowing to the darkness , below your room’s balcony.

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