West of Salem – jewels drown in silt

You go in and out

like the sludge-swept Hudson

down that thousand meters

we call perdido en tiempo

past diamond studded lanterns

magnetic coves booked for love’s semesters

chiseled by emeralds and silk worms,

grazing nothing

but

bleeding sensuous pearls

I refer to as thought

which I bury like precious rubies inside

disengaged turrets.

Chaining sea-strained gates with velvet

tongue,

You go in and out

like flickering moon

thru symphonies of night fog

trying to analyze holes in

the ozone layer

with meditation and gospel,

as a monk

who strums pastorale rhythm

to the beat of muffled war drums

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