z2. 2-74. Untitled

Beauty sleeping
Rest or play
Where every thread
That embraces your body
Longs to shout
Out to the world
The secret which they hide
The wonderment beneath
But they cannot
For already they find
That they are bound
To each other
To keep
The silence that calms
The beauty at rest.

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