Statues can bend
Sheltered against openness
But so hard is their heart
That if it drops, it breaks
The wind may blow
Caress their limbs
A softening
The breath of reminiscence
On a life of reluctance
Pacing in all the body
Burning with sensuality
The flame is embrace
The wind
(Is blowing through)
Stripping
(The many colored lights)
Dissipate into oblivion
Mirrored infinite
Unadulterated light
Rejoining the starry night
Who knows but doesn't speak

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