Trying to make poetry from a joke

Afraid of the seething world within
I took pictures of my pulsing bagpipe
A white ghost with a tail in his neck
Watched the geometry of my heart
On the flatness of a luminous world
In this bath we are all naked and frothing
He with the cat’s eyes had his own geometry
I co-swelled with him in creative pride
In our separate [...]

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