Member States of the Pageant Universe

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We have gathered: a night full of breezes,
shores unsettled. We have lips that whisper
like backgrounds to a river, a voice too,
shedding in pools denied by this (or that) evolving hope.

We have substance attached to our bones,
red sand, mineral water, a flavour that gives
the sky its unending light. We have a leg
to stand on, two that walk, (gold teeth to lie through).