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Saturday, November 4, 2017

Cleaning Windows. Borrowed Title....with apology. .

And then, the burning eyes, he said.
For toothless, mindless, soulless still, the eyes they burned me bright,
And bore through muck and mayhem I had caused
Incendiary seconds ago, in yesterdays I sought to murder, too.

And strange, and calming. Still eyes, which spoke of holy and hallowed,
Sacred and profane, bellowing and blinded, fresh fucked and frenzied,
Not mellowed with years or barren barrowed into silence.
Breasted, beastly, blinding,
Glasshoused, tealaden, breathing;
Bereft and banshee born, betwixt all manner of unasked and smacked,
With the ice silence of command.

she lives.

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