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I look at You and I succumb, I surrender: all that I am to all that is You Sleep-walking, dream-gawking -- The daemons of centuries sprawl out the hairs on their legs, crawl into our skulls through ears that hear and bob their lobes to the twang of sinew threading together the tongues of banshees howling at the moon: Leeches and ticks crawl up our spine when night mares gallop through the swamp of maggots crawling in the rye. Eight and eight still make one when the knots are untied and the gut is done: All the unknowns, the variable gales, the possible parallels and the impossible imposters, two: Fuel to the face of these fears I look at You and I succumb. I surrender to the daemons of centuries, let them wash over in hues . . . And I hold on, because letting go, this time, is far more dangerous than loving You Is it not the death of eye meeting death to eye that ushers Sacred offspring out of the light into the glowing arms of the womb? Sleep-walking, dream-gawking -- I look at You and I succumb. I surrender: all that I am to all that is You
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Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
Succumb, Surrender
I look at You and I succumb, I surrender: all that I am to all that is You Sleep-walking, dream-gawking -- The daemons of centuries sprawl out the hairs on their legs, crawl into our skulls through ears that hear and bob their lobes to the twang of sinew threading together the tongues of banshees howling at the moon: Leeches and ticks crawl up our spine when night mares gallop through the swamp of maggots crawling in the rye. Eight and eight still make one when the knots are untied and the gut is done: All the unknowns, the variable gales, the possible parallels and the impossible imposters, two: Fuel to the face of these fears I look at You and I succumb. I surrender to the daemons of centuries, let them wash over in hues . . . And I hold on, because letting go, this time, is far more dangerous than loving You Is it not the death of eye meeting death to eye that ushers Sacred offspring out of the light into the glowing arms of the womb? Sleep-walking, dream-gawking -- I look at You and I succumb. I surrender: all that I am to all that is You
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Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
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