Hmmnnn: negation all the way down, so to speak.
'thin love's 'wasting thought'? I move with the shifts, but dont quite 'follow' them, Lawrence: still, ti bites...
Doug
On 2013-07-10, at 10:32 AM, Lawrence Upton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> blood drips between my legs; and the weak sunshine
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> feels cold; the clock plunders a loose memory;
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> I am now an alien thing, lewd echoes
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> of a questioning grin with a too loud voice
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> listening to the radio; and invisible,
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> in a room without mirrors. They are no use.
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> A wasting thought flaps deftly from its head
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> as one discovers something of thin love,
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> out of lonliness and its admonition
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> from some unknown cause. I ask forgiveness;
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> and that is a machine of destruction.
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> We are guilty in any illumination.
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