CHAPTER IV A FINE LINE
PROGRAM
COFFEEHOUSE IPAPANTI
The moon claimed your eyes
And rose to the sky
Its silver is an ailment
And you are like host
On my palate
A mirror of my haunted dreams
Conveyed by a Mercury god
Shine on me, look
For in my heart
There's a bitter paper airplane
I breathe my bloody love
Like a flailing stingray
A wintering eagle sighs in your chest
A plane tree reminisces on your lips
How beautiful you are, my light
A sprig of immortality, and a brother
I soar upon your silver mane
And everything is born anew
The moon claimed your eyes
So that I'd have a beacon
To light my nights
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