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sonnet #1,658

Mosaics lined this medressa called Sher Dor,
In pixels slinked the legendary pride,
They looked more like wild tigers, closely eyed,
By tigons, ligers, time lords place much store.
Royal hand maid or kidnapped young Silk Road whore?
In caravanserai plied side by side?
Tired merchants mating, nightly open wide?
The fresco fragments secrets which I live for.
A flake of fresco filled my genie jar
With painter chromosomes, the odd stem cell,
Out welled my guide and fellow ne'er do well
And sped me forth to my love's neat bone scar.
My love and I and ibises, wade flats,
The yin and yang sinkhole twirl inks our hats.

(Chorus)

o flats
o deltas
o plains