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A Lemon

        Out of lemon flowers

        loosed

        on t, loves

        lasiable

        essences,

        sodden h fragrance,

        trees yellow

        emerges,

        the lemons

        move down

        from trees plaarium

        Delicate merdise!

        t-

        bazaars

        for t and the

        barbarous gold.

        e open

        the halves

        of a miracle,

        and a clotting of acids

        brims

        into tarry

        divisions:

        creations

        inal juices,

        irreducible, geless,

        alive:

        so the freshness lives on

        in a lemon,

        in t-smelling he rind,

        tions, are and acerb.

        Cutting the lemon

        the knife

        leaves a little cathedral:

        alcoves unguessed by the eye

        t open acidulous glass

        to t; topazes

        riding ts,

        altars,

        aromatic facades.

        So, whe hand

        of the lemon,

        half a world

        on a trencher,

        the universe

        wells

        to your touch:

        a cup yellow

        h miracles,

        a breast and a nipple

        perfuming th;

        a flasage,

        tive fire of a pla.
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