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Jul 2016
I should like to disappear
And live among the nether regions.
To sink into that white wet dust aloft and dangling above crisp evergreens.
There is a hole in that dense fog that calls to me
Each curve aligns,
From my brow to my toes,
In a perfect silhouette.
Thus I find perfect solitude

I shall be enveloped by milky warm rapture
And wish that each cell split and vaporize
Like sediment washed away by thick waters.

Let me submerge into the salty earth
And coat my skin in its colors.
I will rub dirt into my eyes and **** moss in pursuit of thirst.
This lone wolf has seen far too many packs
And wishes to burrow herself in the forgiving
Muddy crevices of the earth mother

O, stand back ye banshees and ghouls
I will cascade into the overflowed river beds
And muddle my hearing with the sound of tides
Chanting relentlessly into my eardrums
Deanna M Zarrillo
Written by
Deanna M Zarrillo  Stony Brook, NY
(Stony Brook, NY)   
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