Under a new moon
sing your way sing your way
the black carp slide through water
as silk within silk
travellers in the oracular pond
breathing
by the southern gate of the garden
Noone else is walking here now
it is I it is I
and the palm trees beckon as I pass
gleeful songs to the night
like children whispering in the dark
chattering away the fears
of bad men and ill fates
I walk to the fountain
see its smile see its smile
a blue sapphire gift
held up to the darkest of pearls
magnificent in its infinite libation
transformation
is now
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