Skeletons smoke jellyfish
In the summertime of the mind’s eye
Coyote sings tales
Of cardinals
And stealing stars from the night
While the children of Samsara
Make love in the late hours
Flesh like ivory, blood as pure as wine
Naivety and innocence,
The sacraments of youth,
Melting off their bodies like steam
As their shadows shed forbidden skin
Time is no burden
Time is no worry
Time has no meaning
Like immortals,
They drink from the fountain of life
While the earth makes grand, celestial circuits
Around a golden Omen
And Death sharpens his scythe
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