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Apr 2016
Lather me.
Shower and hose
this ***** man

Clean
baptismal would I come to you.

Took a jig-saw to emotion,
boxed, buried in coffin,
frustration locked in
cruel denial.

Earth shudders krakatoan,
darkness and fire combine
water covers land and
smoke obliterates sky-

Swept by salt-water
practiced, alive by de-fault

Are we now to be to be
the mystic melt,
creation or depletion,
to stallion or to geld
Written by
Mike Adam  65/M/London England
(65/M/London England)   
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   old poet MK
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