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Drape Seriespoem by Alex J. Tavaresunfurl unfurl unfurl the banners of celebration and pour incense in forms of clouds in forms of pleasing foam in forms of velvet touch in forms of dancing boughs softer than snow liquid to the warm hand softer than cotton tickling the ostrich for her feathers and fearing not its might legs so no stroke of whip may swell of wound the damaged flesh and weep of agony the praying desire may be granted by squeezing only breaths of silence into the ocean of surplus air that clouds may descend to play and trees may swirl in gay children drilling round a pool with voices that are weaving drapes with the clean pure dew and the birds are fluting clues of spring calling all to unfurl their banners of celebration |
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