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last night, by the falling waistcoat
                 of a half-caste desert moon
discreetly, deliberately
                 i heel away from somnolent flutes
water-coloured caterpillars and testaments of olde
                  \
into a floral jar of untitled clay-pans and annotated spinifex
                 inhaling burgundy stained pages of handwritten riverbeds
silently, incessantly
                  quilling louvered hours of jaundiced memories
                  \
by the rising ceremonial seas of ante merediem
                  echoing curlews ribbon my desiccated tongue
mirroring speech
                   if only occasionally
quite lucidly, most insanely
                   i delight in the sweet palm of darkness

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