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blind orifice
samuel saint thomas 


the wind swept through my pants like a butterfly.
i looked as far as i could imagine
,
here and there like a sandwich
between desire and the sweat on my lips.
 
the openness of the prickly horizon
,
new thoughts of embrace and risk
of enclosure and exposure naked
in my withdrawal, where i hide in wide open faces ..
 
stunned and transfixed i stood.
i spun my arms out in asking
,
how shall i find closeness in this wilderness
?
how shall i find openness in the casket
?
 
look in my soul said she.
blindness and vertigo ripped my soul from the dark.
gently bound and tied i entered the lilly
,
and opened my mouth to swallow fear ..
 
4.5.03 8
:44pm
 

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