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| le Jardin, 1962, by Max Ernst |
Hold me as close to your fantasies as I will ever come.
Wave a magic wand
over forgotten fastenings;
wake me from the hollow tree.
How big is a halo, a button, a zipper pull?
Your eyes flash parable blue,
pan with anticipation,
tighten to close-ups of hands and feet.
Nothing is lost on the cutting room floor;
whisper a sweet amen at the end.
Remember this holy travelogue,
so it can be told over again,
without pillars of cloud.
Expose my gothic wings.
