excerpt from The Giving Birth
I dream of a poem falling like rain on the corollas, its golden stamens fertilizing an inflorescence of spangled hearts, making other silky and sweet-smelling planets burst into bloom. I walk beneath the downpour in the drunken field through painted vapors.
The ink petals have the same taste as the soul after love.
Jean-Michel Maulpoix
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