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Sep 2014
such things as my own body i have been:

                 (the grass

                   the sun

                   the moon

                   the sea        )

and felt the big violent urge up
of the whole world's thigh
each stupid flens of men:

their hands that go out from them
and come back into them–making and destroying;

(who have i been my own hands amongst such things?

making much

destroying much?



                                                                  they
                                                             go
                                                     out

                                                             come

                                                                        back

                                                                                    IN

and they are so heavy
with nothing
even the grass
that will become them
cannot grow in such
a dark place                                                                                                       )
PK Wakefield
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PK Wakefield
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   Angie and unwritten
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