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All we know of heaven
Is to be heard in the
Unison of strings,
Of voices half-moaning
Rhythms carnal swaying
Provoking contortions of
Human form upon form
Whispering promises of
A leitmotiv, a return
A cyclical visitation
Of tones upon skin
Rhapsody of entanglement
The corolla of a peony
She loves me she loves me
Every petal she loves me
A Wagnerian Ring
Recurrence of theme upon theme
Rolling over on itself
A conductor's baton
Makes a kunalini coil in midair