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| "Feast of Fools” Joel-Peter Witkin © 1990 |
“sahemmery”
a
memory
of
redundant
originality
squeezing
in a christmas
for instance
where one
wasn't one
before
the
chorus
hides
the light
listening
during
Saturnalia
we
are a roving
theater
stage
an audience participation
a
dinner shuffle soft shoe
a
festival in sand sounded
chained
mumble mumbles
marley
we number
we
rarely feel
humble
enough
deep
down inside
we’ve
found ourselves in
another midnight tided
another thought-swelled
another pocketed hand
another dug moment
we turn away
from
the cold
when winter comes
and
as if stars against
a
black moonless sky
choral
faces replace
image
with scent
to
ghost the wind
with
song
you
are
we
are
only
the
rabbit holes
wishing
we
were
somewhere
between
empty
and
filled
somewhere
without
time
someone
who
searches
beet
pollen
fava
bean cakes
tiny
cuts and measures
beauty
steals
when feeding desire
all us lords
and
ladies
in a sauced
lovely misrule
I've read it over and over again ... Thank you for sharing.
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