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[title] => submitted to Venus. . .
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[bodytext] => I take to the edge. . . as if to wash away some false need, listless, waiting, my body acutely useless my mind, a spike, an eye in the clouds, a conclusion inter-acting with a lost rite that I do not understand but I will submit. . . a poem hunter stalks the edge as well, in that greedy air tracking the scent of the sweetest of words, half-shelled, still hanging in the cocoon that bathed them, bore them, implored the blackest depth from which they fall. there will be speaking in tongues, blessings floating off. . . like laughter from waifs. . . those small round-eyed mice, how they do seek pleasure. My scent is sterile gift. I have given, clumsy. . . monotonous. . . I have sang out, have cleared the throat of a knot of sounds, like corduroy leaving a lake, heavy in expression, pulled through a key-hole. . . solemn, lonely, in pieces, in utero. standing in a mother's chamber, birthing & having birthed, sterile ignited by what God has sent. . . & so I am the perfect sacrifice a pinifore of flame a tragedy of tongues that none can capture a lost blessing floating, an undoing. . . crawling before the red queen of understanding her eye, every colour, a crystal ball that bleeds to share, but does not always. frankly, I think I am no worse for kissing the page, for tracing the lines of that ink death that howls inside me. . . for sinking into that splintered bowl, golden with love & emerging a pained creature whose scars glow season after season. am I to bless the lost blessings? always. . . & always. . . yes & kiss the page & turn the cheek oh sacrifice. . . I do not flee thee. . . [comments] => 5 [counter] => 289 [topic] => 69 [informant] => elle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )
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