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Incienso
Incienso
A flame of lemon golden suns
rests among the argent blades,
each ray a bright medallion,
beacon of the day begun,
each minute bud
a promise of a seed.
A sterling set of leaves
clusters ’round the saffron haze
and cools by pale of moon
what day has flamed.
This compositæ of chrome ringed silver,
fragrant grows on desert floor,
where Sun and Moon have deigned to meet
upon this ancient dust dry shore.
Their incense beams and blazes.
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