Unstained
Unstained hour
like untouched virgin skin
just born this moment
before a mind awakes
to create first thought
of gnawing void in green
robes carry inconspicuous
beauty born this spring
before the image of death
can appear in nascent fantasy
unblemished hour
as a first kiss under
the fig tree’s thick shade like
an epode since pure ode
to crystal emotion betrays an
unfilled hunger of abyss
where a sharp sickle
severs the head of reasoning
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