My wife is the Nile, She is God to my Nimrod.
Receptacle of the sun.
The moon is her chair, gathered with stars.
Gemini in the House of Eden.
A gesture from her raises the tides
And barrens the Wadi far away.
She is Aldebaran to me, showering the crop.
More than the seven,
So much more than the twins.
Hush--my heresy angers Gabriel at the door.
Ab Incunabulis.
À la belle étoile.
...
The Witching Hour, 02JUNE2000
From infancy
Under the beautiful star
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