desire is doing eleven rounds
with knots of men around God
seeking a visa paper fulfillment
of a far off cold white country
where a green currency rains

please do not close your  eyes
but see effulgence for a trice
a pig-tailed man forewarns
to a mechanical piety of rounds
under a tree that looks down 
with baleful eyes of summer

desire is not only a mere body
of body, to sweaty late night
discovery of a fear in windows

desire is a poem recognition
claps in cross-country portals
a jingle of money in pal of pay
desire is a miracle to happen
a suspension of physical laws
nature going contra,a turnabout.
 

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