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metamorphic moon
02:41
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I reach out to touch the moon
and now there is nothing
but the moon;
no hands to touch,
no eyes to devour,
only a tarnished flower
torn from a dream.
Each breath of memory;
cold dead flowers
floating in a stream.
I reach out to touch the moon,
I sever the whiteness from its stem
in a soundless meadow
buried in snow,
I carry your flower
into the void
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love is a flower
dissolving in time-
inside your body I am warm again
inside the uterus I am undivided & entire
crawling through soft celestial lining
It is cold as life begins
naked and shivering
in the cold, wet grass
I am the wounded bird
seeking to return
to your soft, prenatal landscape
buried in the cold valley of your thighs,
I fail at loving you
the flower blooms & then dies
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crush up the pill
insufflate the hollowness
drown in the mirror
compute the lies
drink of the drugs
corrode the shrine
drown
drown
drown
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4. |
reptilian love
02:29
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cannibal
cannibal
thirst, feed
cannibal
cannibal
love,
to wither
the sacred bloom
thirst,
the goddess
bearing flowers
of the cosmic womb
feed,
the conception of your self image
thirst,
the deflowering of meaning
love,
the birth of the grotesque
feed upon the carcass of the wilted bloom
undress the virgin
deflower her youth
undress the virgin
plant the dead flowers
in her womb
witness the rapture
of a rotting shrine
cannibal
cannibal
cannibal
cannibal
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5. |
interlude
01:31
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underneath the running faucet,
she held the universe-
to invent flesh:
warm breasts,
a patch of seaweed,
a seashell in the hollowness
she held her bones
against the emptiness
to dissolve quietly,
lapping persona
from her hands,
craving flesh
and flower,
a white orchid blossoms
beside the urinal-
like soft flesh melting
beside her ashcan harbor,
flowers from an ashtray bloom
beside the swan wrapped in cellophane,
and like darkness tortures a flower,
treetops sway and then nothing
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from within the lightless cove, a memory
softly melding into formlessness;
internal oceans intersect,
seeping into synapse,
as I caress
the wounded
antelope eyes,
we will undress
hallucinatory shapes,
as we make love upon
the moth-eaten mattress
from the soil of this consecrated touch
coalescent flowers bloom,
amidst the star speckled beauty of impermanence
disembodied spirits intertwine,
beneath the wilted astral foliage
we will harbor withered fragments of a momentary glimpse
where the synapse and the spark converge
we will undress-
when you are sleeping
still the wires are attached
from within the lightless cove, a memory,
buried in the garden of our childish thoughtlessness
wet petals wither
in absentia
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7. |
cellophane swan
02:45
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underneath the running faucet,
she held the universe within,
to invent the flesh of meaning,
to dissolve into the soil--
warm breasts,
a patch of seaweed,
a seashell in the
hollowness--
Like soft flesh,
melting beside
ashcan harbor
flowers from an ashtray bloom
beside the swan wrapped in cellophane
and like darkness tortures a flower
treetops sway
and like darkness tortures a flower
treetops sway
and like darkness tortures a flower
treetops sway
and like darkness tortures a flower
treetops sway...
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wet petals New Paltz, New York
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