Hungry, but I dare not eat.
Suspended animation keeps me
hanging on to dreams and dizziness
like the prophetic ascetics of India.
I glorify mortal flesh
in the raiments of a Goddess
and see heaven in her smile.
I live for this:
for her
and am really dreaming
all the while that she exists.
Were she to pass,
I would instantly snap!
out of my revelry, to bend,
as a branch and shade her,
or uplift her to the stars
so she may glow
in a likewise magnanimity.
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