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The Eclectic Pen - Strange Milk

By: Eva L. (wearetrees)   + 37 more  
Date Submitted: 2/8/2009
Last Updated: 2/8/2009
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 162
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I see how the soil sustains you, and how for me sustenance is other. I walk alone through this city Along its eyelids, its phosphorescent veins across its heart and the trampoline of its throat its burnt-red track marks filled with glass and dust - I would fill my pockets with it carry those ghosts around like a prize. The streets surround me with their cold stone fingers, the houses blink their eyes send messages of kinship and display their passion like flags. And I am moved to say I am of this world, I am under this ground - my body is the poem translated by the sweet and sour notes of our lifetimes. I journey back and forth like a wind, in love with awkward corners lights in the attic strangers' voices. I carry them across the air, embezzle my heart with these riches. And I find myself mouthing these words: how do I honor this fire? Oh, I would rather be whole than good! There is more than one for me like there is more than one me. What the mind denies, the body desires – Desire reifies.

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