seagulls and cliffs within the Landscape off shore ___ off Eros
this body of mine for You to devour
until flowing milk and honey
seagulls and cliffs within the threshold between skin and flame
You are future mystery of being
Why is there Being rather than Voice?
Call the Fear Land where bread and cross make God-wanderers
seagulls and cliffs within my deep dermis of night music
Why is there an unspeakable wound through all layers off___dermal Nothing and Manuscript?
Call the shadows of silences of things to come. Everything must happen.
Hours must happen and merge with my flesh
I learn the mystery of prison poems and wound closure.
seagulls and cliffs living emptiness
cutting deeper the drumbeat of burning Fables and Nudes
Why is there hope of futures rather than famines?
Every catastrophe must transform Monsters into me, naked me, into Major Song.
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