Wrapped and writhing anxious
Recluse boy,
ginger and jaded
Rivers flowing into rivers,
Karass, a key, a cadence
Avoiding me in shivers
Soft and morning whispers
Compose for me your past
And I'll dance the starry clasp
Until the music gives Jupiter our names
Each note a part, a galactic plane,
Circling and circling our brains
A poem, a bowl, a flame?
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