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Luscious as syrup | the lazy sea swelters,
Dusk descends dimly | on the viscid dull waves,
Windless, weak savours | are wearily wafted,
Harrying heat drowses | in humid hot caves.
Assumed,
a full moon | makes metal the heavens,
Bronzing
the bowl | of the big-arched and bruised sky,Highlighted cloud hefts | halo the horizon,
A gimlet of gold | glows on the sea’s glint eye.
The
Plough sinks softly | through a quicksand of stars,
Vivid
Venus | vamps in the height of the vault,Sleepers suffer their dreams | like sandcrabs scuttling,
Night’s heat enshrouds them, | their sweat heavy as salt.
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© August 2014
© August 2014