balance stitched
blanket wise into arteries
down through veins
how
it pains me this evenness
even
as it moves me to gloat
eyes slide
left side dance
my travel in a
teardrop
vessels dock deep
and ducts carry
i crawl
into the space of fire and triangles
aimed at bait that i chew willingly
openly hungry tongue
dry
and teeth whitest
the
bite at bait belongs in the eye of the needle
as the camel passes through
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the third eye intrigues me as much as does the statue of liberty
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Poetrymy personal favourites in one book. these all come from older collections. hardly any of the media belong to me
