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She programs her body for the Whirling She’s an expert: her gestures stately as the revolutions of a clock     Not too slow Not too fast     Her feet rise     shining like glass Her gingham gown ripples Her flesh turns fluid as grass     She slides out of its silver river Her short blunt neck glistening     Her ankles bending     A breast hangs in the air like a small pink moon     One thigh’s still dark and moving Then everywhere the parts lie Scattered     like snow     Finer

Llewellyn McKernan, “The Shaker” (via iwanderedinadesertplace)

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rocks, rocks falling pale, laestrygonian, hollow smiles send themselves in transient promise to fall, and so break the pale of promise of storm’s rapacious heart, turned away as tradition pulsing for the time being, being what rhythm repetition irresolutely erodes, giving both...

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I had the may of sweetmeat held as full a taste as who a pipe moon the can mystery of —- down, fancy and exquisite, He of the intercourse melody is, his sugar with, and sipping cheek of the, and his young form fountain, he lips person silver of, is because who bright, immortality eating he

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Be merciful until you can’t be. Until you feel your heart begin to harden into a bullet. Then use that bullet.

Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

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Keep the within, wisdom up thy light, thee and to inside of but. knowledge the unencumbered good, you, because nose with works art. thou with victuals may void art food that shine of filled.

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I have removed my garment; how shall I put it on? I have washed my feet; how shall I soil them?

My beloved thrust his hand through the latchopening. My heart began pounding for him.

I arose to open to my beloved; and my hands dripped with myrrh, and my fingers with sweet smelling myrrh, upon the handles of the lock on the door.

- Shir HaShirim (the Song of Songs) 5:3-5

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dabble in the dust stream.

dilate the dream. dance

a day's something to bless

the cold clay and burn

the body to a scream.

hurl yourself against the impending

life theme, and, in the laser beam

sheen of loving denial, bust boldly

through the body's screen.

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equidistant deeds intuit mutually symbolic plumage, psychically stewing, come to bear fruit and size-sow the vibrancy

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if i had

to touch

it'd be your hand

if i had

to look

loose gestures for you

were i a dog

there would be 

a door for me

in the kitchen door

if i had

lost my keys

no anxiety no anxiety

if i had

no anxiety

lost my keys lost my keys

if i had

a kiss

it'd be my doggie whine

if i had

to say

it'd be i'm hungry

were i a  dog 

the silly dog always

          beg to go out 

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Sold to the pavement. Swings for arms. Solid like mud. The gardens run along in rows along lines, but the gardeners remain unseen. Grass flares up, drum-like and whispering cats. Flash up like plastic bags. Sunken, I realize, in some earth, I am some terror bug. I recall an uncle who was a terror bug, recall carpet cheeks propped up on a chin like standing along a beach. Everything has been well-tended-to along this bottom line. So I am a terror bug, with cheeks propped up on trees, hissing like a treehouse. A rope ladder has been tethered here, hooked into my mouth. I have reason to believe that the culprit of this tethering knows my real name. Climbing down a rope ladder, grass flares up drum-like, un-winding wombs in a grass seed song. I am a terror bug so I hold my head low, rear up my legs like rows of pistons. I choke the air with my throat. 

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got ahold of old poems!! wow.

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 blessed onerous, morning dust strenuous,

 torn flush, the sense of distance

 a rush of death insistence, we bare

 old blisters, rub the risk, to

 stare, to hold space stringent, to

 fuss. we sustain the stain we

 stir with intent to remain

 a dire blur, ink-blot on the

 face of god, unsolicited. unfit for

 form's fine function, we made a mess of it

 and strung up our sinfulness, a

 sad flag the tuneful tongue, heart lagged,

 staking out a place to stay sick within.

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  bastard truth

    bellowing hard the    wire of the light, solidity fuss

    nurses trivial space    nuance-yellow

                          bone-handy

         capacity blares numb   flame.

                     fundamentals, to the iris,

                                 arrange:

                                 a gun-sand

  trade of     abrasion  blind,     gyrates and slam to

   rinse  the  hoisted one,     ��host

   coercive                   burdens, mirrored tense 

                                 coagulate mind 

                                    mind burrow, a 

                       duration

                     enclosed in      falling 

                                     shaft

        friction too hasty, the bird's throat

          blazing erasure                      

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     sure bones 

  bald-bringer falters at the june,

  careening free the

  parachute of salt 

  to delay the call of destiny - sound still secret,

  recognition anyway, still a clap

  of petunia shower cringing in the midst of

  a doomsday-clamorous carol.

  gardener shakes

  the dead hand to bridge

  the subtle body to

  blood, but heart's solid only for

  the time it takes

  to prop up a timid dawn. 

    pressure of the inside

  boasts a moss-fringed clasp an approach,

  a sad option nurture-clad

  to come nice and nominal, stringy when

  structure's calm 

  coughs up the crushed hand 

  of the outside-in. 

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   toes ellipses, tilted   hum

  breeds   the breadth of the day   and

  all its rosebush  whir  wearies into 

  dog's breath in   gradual gusts buzzing

   like a sick imp's crown,

       imp ground  down   into

     grit  essence   inched over 

   skimpy,  breezy,  human  flesh.

 fruit, fatigued   is thrown,

    prey,  from the limb. 

  body doubles   into necklaced mention,

    a dopey lazed dance, precious as

   ever, as doom.   density

    is    a network of unforgiven

    action, unacceptable  red tint in

           the tone of this

         one underlying 

     "Home   Sweet Home".

    today wishes,   and waltzes

    like a dumb bone, connected   always

            to the death bone.

     dust of the armory.

     dust of the bakery.

     dust of penitence.

  jupiter dust. callous remnants

  relayed the order from   catacomb summit,

     pulse of erasure, thrum.

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crunch base to the careful twinge. tacit wrench. bringing up edges, taste of thunder in the tap tap lure. bridge a manic twitch. depth bunk. quenched head of body's shrill punch. two enough. taste braille in glass of the ear. notches shake. numbers inside numbers in the upturned soil shape. union slab. millions pale in pressure's paste. unclench the staircase. hacked vibration. the simpering sail of the breath.

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Traces of a dimmer time tamper with the eye's restraint. Nearness to self finds its own niche in the body-tongue network. Environment itself is now the candle calling for exalted space, but, left to its task, is soon upset. Too much motion curves inward, turning the tides on touch.