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I did not know from whence I came, only that I had come.
I was born in the middle of this funny feeling,
And I did not seek to escape it.
Embracing, is where I yearned to be found.
Always, belly melted and buttered wounds,
I always managed to unknot the knotted twine.
To be revived through unsoiled pleasantries.
To have flesh that bears the mark of loving, grace.
So it was befitting to dress in cloak and hat and to the nines,
To face the comet facing mine eyes
For the end was nigh,
So I was to stand still.
Captive to LOVE
Consequences to this action; like scratched back,
Irritation than relief.
Benefits; like blossomed breath, pure and gentle
Free of rueful, self- inflicting glances.
And as I watch through slabs of busted glass,
To face all beginnings and all ends,
My flesh, it dimples & bears the smile of defeated pricks.
The rummage has not tainted this view.
So when I say I am transfixed, know that it is
for me as well as for you.
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