A dampness conjoins with my skin
The rustling of trees communicates with my sleep
The skies conform beyond me
Inconspicuous, but sure
They signal a brightness
Discarding some black to coalesce with the blue
An iodopsin release
They signal a brightness that (io)
I wish I'd known would not (dopsin)
Again be seen (retina)
We take great care of the materials in place
These contours
These lips
These gyrating hips
Am I insane or is this it?
All this flint and tinder
It's a transcending efflux
What else could this be but a perfect discovery?
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