The clouds will clear, unfolding the sky
Circumspect, the sun
Will blow the islands, show
Its force to the purging air,
All birds become aloft
In their swart guile. Anthers buzz
Meanwhile and every supple
Sap. Here too is deluge
Of draught, light comes
Thick in its dance because sex is only
Species of collision. Bodies therefore
Must be warm
And clear, and what is bright
Must be the lust of eyes; this luster
Is a symbol -- what it means
Is sheen.
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