Still . Life

His thumbprint is made of
Green tongues
That linger atop braided locks
In the mirror
She is midnight and
Magnificence
Trailing him in the sky
Like a Japanese lantern
In search of Atlantis
He persists in transforming
Unpronounceable constellations
Into shy glances known only
By new Lovers or old
Friends
Human . Nature
The hushed still identity of Life

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