winter sun

We escaped our hibernation
on the sheltered natured tip / of the southern winter islands
to be collared by the fate
which shared a timeworn laugh with us / as it welcomed foreign guests
to a pre-paid concrete paradise
necklaced by saharan dunes / on their shifting constant march: a
grainy smudge,win gleaming light
of aged rouge and lipstick, on the pocket-mouth of hell

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