Blue men on a lush, green shore. Their carved stone faces turned to watch the cycle of the emerald tides

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Blue men on a lush, green shore. Their carved stone faces turned to watch the cycle of the emerald tides
I knelt down of dreams, of seas for reaping digits against the tree-barkin absence of the moon’s tongueof Janus—sprawled out
Cigars keep secret a coveted sweetness if not puffed upon an autumn stroll in woodlands unremembered when the underbrush peacocks