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Saturday
17May

Frost Windows

In morning's first microsecond,
light imploded, diffused -
        two actions, antithetical,
        occurred (simultaneous) in the same Nagasaki.

Things didn't fall apart,
        they flew...

Stomach weather, mercury silver...
the body complained, shifting ochre.
        Aqueduct arteries
        sluiced creamy blood.

I was light and dark,
        such terror...

Somniloquent itinerary:
lover's volley; crude,
        exigent rendezvous; overtures;
        lachrymose dicking;

shadows etched on stone.

I will tell you of wild oats,
        long sown.


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