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Oceans are opening in my arms
Abounding with fruits and with fish-
The slow migration of peninsular birds
a hearkening hark
in the dark of my heart-
Your heat is a deep taboo
the shelf that shelters the wounds
and the scars that break open and bleed
in profuse intimation of inimical boundaries
my mind can't pursue-
Just beyond my grasp
you sink into silence as the sun
Tomorrow will you flail thru my sky
once more, just as you always have done-
A daily routine sequestered
into corners and pockets and church domes?