If roses could talk they might inform
As morning crystal sees
Morning crystal does
Morning crystal travelogues
in movements worm like twists
turns and hunches coils
pushes uncaring
the splendor that was Rome
the glory that was Greece
the sand clocks of ancient Egypt
MC is a kind of unending tunnel
its inching probe the speed of light
If roses could talk, they might inform
Morning Crystal is a vagina
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