I never found that sage blossoming girl.
That one that's hidden in the gardens;
That one that's hidden in the suburbs
where neurotics bake obtuse soufflés.
The window of her spiraled eye projects
a phantasm of life -
red white pink waterfalls
and peacock feather floods.
So I swam through all your coiled clouds to
search ebony jade and white-on-white light.
'Cause where else can a shadow hide?
I had a flashlight out and a veil to match
but still i never i never i never found You.
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