1.
wound and all that violence
I always go back to the place
where I first knew
and first lost
my faith
where I first knew
and first lost
my faith
I always go back to the place
where my self can be erased
just to rejoin the chorus
of the ghosts
2.
of the ghosts
2.
and cold water, warm water,
mine shaft, looking glass
mine shaft, looking glass
oil of citronella, bug bite
on the thigh
on the thigh
I know my mind so little
I forget the uselessness
of trying to try
of trying to try
Don't give up on me as human or symbol. Try to forgive me as animal, please
I thrash in the water like a drowning spider, I float and stare at the sky
like a body, I yield, retract, concave, sighonly wishes to go somewhere I can be seen
by trees
oh grapple,
rain falls on the sweetpeas,
I know I'm very greedy,
I know that love awaits me
from behind
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