turning on the TV, i have the feeling
of a god weighing heavy in my chest:
her mouth coiled and teeth taut
with the grin of an inner bitch.
and spread your dark metal wing, porculpa,
grasp the sea in your claw
draw your line where they may not follow.
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THE OCEAN
Poetry'In the old days at home the Neverland had always begun to look a little dark and threatening by bedtime. Then unexplored patches arose in it and spread, black shadows moved about in them, the roar of the beasts of prey was quite different now, and...
