There was a rich gold thread,
which lay interwoven into the smooth texture of this dream
With cotton of humility
I set about altering the blurred outer imagery
Strains of a distant violin
oiled the liquid skies
With laser precision
I decoded Mozart's limerick
To touch the leaf,
was to run your hand over Cleopatra's exposed breast
I breathed through my arousal
the moist foliage in my palm
Only one proud oak tree
the shadow of which, was Einstein's mind
I let the umbrage of genius
shade my curious brow
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