working in the dead of night

in the Lantau stations
thither and beyond
of hot wind and turtles
they cry
think now of the ocean goddess
cut and cut again for there is no real business
without cutting

of harpies and hot wind
but one doth not peak at this
which requires such aerial slash
and scimitary as mosques and boxry
in the candle spread for this only

watch and watch again as the shades and fetches
around the concubine shrubs
in the low court

where tea and hashish and craquelure are
to be found amongst lizards and others

in this almost the sort of love of which
we would wish

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