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Vidya Nov 2012
picture this,
o sons of judah:
arctic shallows, a
shellbeached leviathan cordially extending
an invitation to this
everfast slowdance of heart
throb lust in the
inkwell satisfaction of knowing you bleed
india blue & bone china and the moths that got
into the tent will swallow the naphtha in time;

there are parts of you that
are never clean.

yeah isn’t that
wonderful

? mark the few drops of
tequila left & a
heavy sunrise in your
swankissed beechwood
heart;

*there are parts of you that
will not be released.
Journey to the sand
of White Diamonds
to the shore of white diamonds
twixt the Mountains
churning, turning, clear as night seas
Pool of Stars betwixt
the trees
I move my feet over Shards of Glass
dancing, dancing, everfast
I Sing by this Spring
that I have found
this Mirror
            Mirror
on the ground
Ivory Crystals
cut my feet
crystals lay in Bitter Sheets
I move my body to the beat
and Feel the Heat of a shooting star
soaring, soaring, everfar
Red Blood Stains
the glittering white
Drum and Flute move me
all through the night
I will Live in this Moment
and mark it with movement, and I will live by the shores
of White Diamonds.

— The End —