Anbäsa (lion)

red, for the skies i fled
gold, for the time that stalled
green, for the home unseen

black,
for my thoughts unfold

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Said gladly

muscle thoughts make muscles

Zephyr

hunger is my prey
lessens in the day
perfect resurrection
maple mud reflections

numbers levitate
the goldfish and the bait
gender is uncertain
underneath the curtain

i will spend and play
space is in its way
looking stiff when we're gone
in this melting three tone

in a needy hand
in a hungry land
grows my satisfaction
literal abduction

sense that purple light
not as if you might
sense that purple lightning
no romance and fighting

our consuming ways
are a spark of safety

our consuming way
it's a spark of safety

Waterloo

this is a keyhole with no key
a lacerated dead tree
there is such happiness beneath
that wooden barrier of thee

(awaiting you, awaiting me)

Ideal epigram

i fear not
what i have,
is what i've got
what i have not,
is not my dream
i am peaceful
i am free
i am not
i am he