Waste of my Time

June 21, 2011
The Violet tower
of blossoms and cream;
I spew, I spew
Palm leaves
adorn the vicarage walls
sandy beds
embossed with mother-of-pearl
and earth-fire
Hot magma dances
round tumultuous stars
I should pay attention
but do I?
Sweep me away
to misty pagodas
high atop desert hills
and highlands.

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