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the
last sin |
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pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams... |
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i
am a zoo |
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an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions... |
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syphilis
and love |
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syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort... |
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shell
and pearl |
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amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed... |
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i
am an unmarried mother
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fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton... |
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the
lovers |
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cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars... |
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rebirth |
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ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture... |
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the
young today |
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innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition... |
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the french lieutenant’s woman
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when she was free she called
for him to forgive her
he did
he still loved her and his forgiveness
was an acceptance of her
independence
she did not come back to him
for she did not wish to marry
and like an invaded standing
against the invader
she merely wished to be herself
if she had truly loved him
you’d think she could not have let
him go
but if she had loved him
could she have continued to deceive?
she knew she could not love him
as his wife
isn’t true piety acting what one knows?
and if she had come back
would n’t it be out of choice
which freedom bestows
did he realize
that like all battles it was not
about love but about possession
and territory
she was a spirit prepared
to sacrifice everything but itself
would he ever know
that to possess him was not
enough
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and they
called her the french lieutenant’s
whore
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