The whIte of the wInd Unleashes my Head aNd I am Drunk. my skin turns to sIlk. I'm the scent of sweet grasses. SImple. Christ wraps around me. noT unbIddEn. spIrIt laps my Face lIke an unblinking I, or a lash pressed upOn me. I pay attentIon. Tornado I say, Pour wIld. Pour easily. Pour Gold &daIsIes. thOUgh I am undone, tHough I am unHInged, & dISheveled I trust my ear & leap. BodacIous. In motIon. In whIte nOIse. whIte lIght. I'm so close to helpless I'm pErfEctIon. There's no dIsguISing the featHErs. there's no dIs-GuIsIng the dancIng starfIsh whO sInG I love you! aNd as rIdIculous as our encounter Is, out back In my lAWn &garden chaIr, I rEally mEan It.
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