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la noirceur ŕ l'intérieur
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la noirceur ŕ l'intérieur
poet wake,
shake the blur from your brain,
stir that rustling part of consciousness
that may still work in small degrees,
midst the everyday disturbances ,
the sudden swerve and counter-curve
of light and of night,
the quirk and counterquirk,
the invisible torque upon -
the call and empty retort,
the suspended multiples
of black vagueness; this
breath of ice about the neck
which unmistakable sadness knows -
suspecting what there is and what is not
- the obscene unutterable
lurking in constricted darkness -
the involuntary toss, turn and yearn of it,
the sputtering fumes of love
pinned and pinion'd as they are
upon this the wracked
and rusted part of consciousness
suspended in your limbo of sound
as if hung on meat-hooks from the stars
for you with barracuda heart
which dithers and gnaws
upon this meat-heart of my own
Published 6th Sep 2014
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- Edited 15th May 2018 9:39pm
6th Sep 2014 4:15pm
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- Edited 14th May 2018 10:07pm
6th Sep 2014 10:42pm
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