she was the
Sin
and he was the
Man
–in a sky full of Stares
That-Burn
rings
on the ropes
stringing puppet theater
that control
Her-Fury
a Mood-O!
like he never knew
–her, either—
eyes as
Mean-as
his, and
faraway….
intent on
Hep-tunes
full of Stars
–the place they shine
and twinkle
in the mist…
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