turquoise translucent bathes

its wonderful foes in carnage,

a savage resolution, left on the field

by the jugular of a stuck pig:

"And I will waste no more time

wondering how to save you"

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-

faces

disappear from flames, and nails

no longer amount to wax

or conclude things by the making of rope

from sand, charmed with

honey:

"And I shall pass through no more

locked doors"

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-

sometimes I am prolonged

and incorrigible; never am i

sacrosanct; I reap

my butter candies from the dulcet

virgin-white flowers of pear trees --- buds

like the unquenched seats

of an angel's underthings.

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-

underlying movements

reveal them to me:

"And I shall no longer drag your memory

through the valley of shadow"

Clutching in my other hand

A teddy bear.