Cloudbank Intensus

Wikipedia Poem, No. 930

When the sky opens: Ice cream

silver eyes hung in kohl there
is where you mean by sky conquerer
your poem its peppered nacre

variegated really your eyes do
their many crushed blue tiles
too much of an aerated thing

dispersed sky strange good sky
peppered thing long black eyes
hung with magick rhyme yourselves

after Kazim Ali’s Explorer

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