Perfumes

Shoulders of the world covered with all the aromatic oils, all faces at orient and guided directions, ablutions, perfumes and elevated mornings.

We knelt, shoulders shining and fragile, breath interrupted, in front of those who walk barefoot,

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nd pretend nothing.

We spill sacred liquids, aromas and spicy incense, and all together find western forests, eastern meadows and unbroken extremes

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