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Stung
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by the sad secret your simple blood
beheld. By the four-winds of colours
that multiplied into your warm and
fanatic fires, into the nudging madness
of your crying sex that landed near no one’s
hearth, that landed alone to thirst the stuff of deeper
things and commune with what must forever
remain autonomous.
Dance between the clapping jaws
of vicious desires that want your face as
low as your heart can sink, down to the cold nadir
of self-hatred, where lies and needs are one.
Dance the drowned and crazy dance
before the light was scattered, after
each shelter is destroyed and
you are you – an odyssey of
unweaned creations.
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “The Galway Review” July 2015
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