Wherever you leave my
Hollow bones, jackal and
Hyena will know my name
Twine my hair, shadow the
Sun, sing your lullaby
Of sweet lament
Set sail in your caravel
On a bed of cypress and vertiver
And speak of me as you would
The night heron and phosphorescents
In the hidden cove
And the powdered sandalwood
Rubbed into your palms

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