THE BLACK HERALDS
9
Communion
Regal Beauty! Your veins are fermentations
of my old nonexistence and of the black
champagne of my experience.
of my old nonexistence and of the black
champagne of my experience.
Your hair is the unknown root
of the tree of my vine.
Your hair is the is the thread of a miter
of the daydream I lost!
of the tree of my vine.
Your hair is the is the thread of a miter
of the daydream I lost!
