Whitman’s Country

in whitman’s country
i found the song in myself
sunrise eternal


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sepulchers dry in the sun, as
peals from steeples ripple over
elysian fields – carry your name;
languorous laments
let go their boney grasp;
boundless in your beauty
on my palette, your color spreads
undulations in ribbed cages;
night wraps her budding moon,
destined to burn.


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