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Oct 2011
Breaths of Liquid O2,
Too thick to speak,
Where you drown
And feel fully alive.

Heat and burn like a reactor.
Expression radiates and pools
(So Freudian),
Then you Submerge,
Choke Gurgle Spew
Run in desperate aspiration,
Always faster
Or lie still,
Drink antiseptic,
And try to cut it out.

Hot fever,
Wash me in you,
Steam rising from bodies
Cures like a lightening rod,
Pull me into you,
Ground me.

We quake and thunder.
Explosive storms twist space
And save gravity,
Let time tick, and affection unwind me.
Benjamin Woolley
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Benjamin Woolley  Phoenix
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