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But the Waves of Savage Light Kindle Me
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I do not trust
your ruse-dance, your guillotine
cutting mind.
I listen through the backdoor,
with both eyes
locked on the table.
Lies shut beneath
your playacting smile.
Sweet
encouragement with
a twist, like towels can
twist,
and limbs and laughter.
Metre by metre your muse is
measured,
scaled-down
to a keyhole
muted howl.
The streets are bleached monotone
by your analytical trumpet
pour.
The buildings outside
turn bloodless blue,
sold
to your calculated vision.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “New Mystics” May 2018
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