A configuration of leaves and cancer
support a stone monument,
the one that should be right above
an Aphrodite sunspot.
Tourist, from beyond the last breathe
inspiring within, a graceful sin.
Chitin visitors betray her footsteps
defying what could be gravity.

A parasol of rivets and bolts skim
frozen remainders, forgetting the patterns.
Forced reminiscence on her might
washed in the wake, she was created in slumber.

Silk motions in a warm disguise
trivalent barbs masquerading as threads
a sullen cloth, plastic scarf
your irony underlines
a blasphemous rhapsody
 
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