Monsoon Moon
Mercury tendrils
spill translucent seepage
outshining mushroom cloudlets
lapping against the dilapidated stones
of Prince Tsangma’s fortress
shimmering off citrusy lemon grass
on the empty periphery
of the ambivalent Kulong Chu,
a night bird wailing from Tibet
beating through silky gloom
towards reunification
with the source
that binds everything
including the lumpy Shampula
nudging lunar dimples
with its charcoal hump,
beyond that the lone orangey light
twangs a bleak chord
the end
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