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hold open the warm knuckles of my offering

Posted to Action Poetry




i offer you a special gift
i run with fascination
& numbing endurance
far into the spectral night
it's a holiday of
scalding boldness
i told you to run for it
& i ran for it
sixty-one minutes
of gurgling & torrential
power & you
still hold fast to yer bliss
hold open the
warm knuckles of my offering
take what it stands for
take what you will




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