Sees Venus, Brief
the night didn’t breathe,
save for a shy peek
from a tight-lipped frisson.
and yet that one glimpse,
stark in the cold silver-black,
it swung a sigh
up into a nebula,
and whirled so much glee
through hunkering outposts
they never thought to possess.
it were as if the lips
of a desperate young romantic
struggled
and yet then broke free,
magical to sing,
out of nowhere--
to stir repressive eons
numb and pummeled,
never before given a chance.
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10/30 ... many changes
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