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M inatauro
the wall
halls upon halls
room enough
this depth
this tireless realm
in the light
its fussllade
fingers
you rise
speaking
one of those beautiful
oracles
the flesh full in the light
of your mouth
somewhere a sea mourns
its loss
and a moon seeks tireless
the tidepools for your beauty
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Comments
emeka ozurumba
Tue, 2014-04-08 13:06
i like the task the moon
i like the task the moon seeks in the poem, it empties its own thought like upon a salt sea
Esker
Thu, 2014-04-10 23:49
the moon in its reflection
was like its own narcissist....in love with its defection..