The jellyfish women all sneeze

The carpet drags from race to race

To hall to hall

To Room to room

What else?

You ask her why

She’s going

She has no

She is


There is nothing left for the lovers but to grieve. 

One lives while another mysteries

Left open and the wind comes

Time comes




All else

Is like leaves

Bent and broken red

Seeming soft in the summer breeze

But really only actually



But inside the museum


Goes on trial

The jellyfish women all sneeze


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