A Tepee Night
White skin, stretched up,
Catching the light of the summertime,
When a cry, unheard,
Fall under the mountain side.
Life is cooking!
Far in, far out.
The lovers' worship the long nights,
and they never glimpsed for a moment the long cry;
And then the praise, as if it were Life itself,
It seemed gone forever
Between their arms!
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