The Terra Cota Race
(Petruccio)
To Mickey
The two of us retired to a sacred wasteland of pure sands.
There we undressed to be like the barren and silent sand around us. And
pierced our flesh, and the air between us thickened, like water, and carried
us over the sand solitude to an immense ditch of liquid clay, glittering
brown, with a bliss of blue on it, which was brighter than the dim sun.
And we dipped our bodies into the clay to be a different race. There stood
we, clad in shining earth juice, like idols, but warm like living beings.
Then he told me :"You are so beautiful", and so I was,
'cause we had one eye for two, and neither of us could see alone.
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