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Jan 2011
There’s a fifth elemental
bottled up inside,
and I’ve found myself
in biomimicry
light as the airs
lamenting
that this too too earthy flesh,
no platonic object,
of fiery desires,
could atomize and rise
to watery dote,
where true hearts float
and all honesty lies
with a fine print of boasted
bullet-points
and side-splitting effect:

The meaty much we do
means little
mixed in the cosmic stew


Arms are best for putting round,
but when putting right’s left out,
it’s better to put down


What cleans a surface,
even tears, can also stain,
given enough time


Take the cleansing solution,
and wipe them
down to their gleaming steel


Then weld the twelve
couple-less, cautionary signs
to fashion a finer form


I could pack infinity
into that very finite dodecahedron,
with this one simple observation:

The glow reflected on your face
is the most beautiful
my light has ever been.
[The italicized stanzas should be bullet-pointed, but that's not a formatting option here]

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Francis Scudellari
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