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Not from this anger, anticlimax after / Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower / Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods / In a land strapped by hunger
Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds / And bear those tendril hands I touch across / The agonized, two seas.
Behind my head a square of sky sags over / The circular smile tossed from lover to lover
And the golden ball spins out of the skies; / Not from this anger after / Refusal struck like a bell under water / Shall her smile breed that mouth, behind the mirror, / That burns along my eyes.