Antigone has gone on ahead
what throes,my madness
letting go
to where the words
poke my eyes out
with their sharp
burning spears,
I leave the universe
my heart sleeved writing jags,
frenzied time,
between faithless and divine,
where's the beast,
where the tine,
stabbing sinew,
tearing columns,
neck blood mixes
with mud
on a potter's wheel
cups my poison
drinks my feel
EJR (c)
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