You are always behind a fence
        You are always aimless, while walking
        While suddenly snaking my arms
        And I sense fences even then
        Like the Magnolia has its fence
        The fencing at the end of Hyde Road
        Like the rummaged green shirt on the fence
        The Eucalyptus threw them at us

        I think of you, and those two
        human shadows at dawn
        One face submerged in another, uniting mouths
        One face sculpts, the other, its art
        I came to the edge of your easy stream
        But fences, sharp fences
        Prevent.
        Your flower, still unplucked.

        In dark channels you dont see blood turmoils
        Bends, folds, excrutiates itself out
        Jumps over the neighbors fence
        into unreadable swirls of rose.

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