i get you

before poetry, i have dreams with the bare ankles,
i have visions with the taste of universe murmurs,
i have the morning stars moaning in the greens,
i have ears inside my heart that listen to a melody,
i have wings mounted at a radio begging me to fly,
[and i do it], to get you, flying in ascendant's triad
of my sun/moon and starlights, with love's emblem
and no fuss, so you can fall asleep and meet me

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