Arms Of I

night has descended and
enshrouds in its tendrils of
swarming lily

equals

sunlight went for a stroll
has
bestowed her cape to you

who understands the lungs of
plants
the one of birds
the one

of bullfrogs

equals

working bulbs of luminous
walking
has provided a small shore

to the side
of the picture
beneath
the ceiling
a breath of horizons

one small weed juts
from the eyes of every seagull
we can hear them

croaking

until their arms fall off
their utility
too high
are the calms of

the side of a scissors
equal

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