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four life poems





Life

never to unravel
i seek
but
always to unravel
i be
like long taper silk worms wreathing
and weaving
the snake's head eating the tail
swallowing whole
never to unravel
its open faced mystery
never to unravel
me
i seek
but always
i unravel, i revert
never, always


Love

wherever i go, beloved
i cannot be lost to you
you hold me in your body
your vastness is my home
and yet
tenderly you hold every part of me
softly
i can go nowhere you are not
you are everywhere
and you hold me everywhere
you place me in everywhere
i am everywhere
with you, my beloved
i am always found
not lost
in you


Dark


i hardly notice the violence
i am sinking
my ears are stopped
i jump at the slightest sound
it has permeated me
my skin is loose
my teeth are rattling
i hardly notice you anymore
help me
i hardly notice the violence anymore


Word


the thing i know
is
nothing
the thing i feel
the words 
are the feel
the poem
is
the thing
i get in my eyes
when i can't blink it out

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