Trinity

Broken one-eyed trees gape at me
Into the future.
Sweeping eagle of valerian joy
Unique beauty in blue fields of her boy
Into the future – You tell me

A childlike warrior with his nape inscribed
Golden dolphin popping bubbles of brine – In propeller seas
Dips into a fluorescent house of muse
And bops to tunes of wizard strings,
Stained skin and automatic blues
The piano whispers winded

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