Recognition --

Recognition –

kindling in the fire, broken

branches, fir boughs, inky

Night

of remembering and Forgetting, the

devil his due, the

frank omission of his Race; turtles

in file

along the wet bank; can You

rush through your

Sins or do they

need to baste in your belly

until you

Vomit them out? Skulls

vacillating in

her Memory, the

Virginal girl with

crimson Eyes she

is an Exact Maneuvering

of Pages

and Paragraphs she will

guide You

to the End

of the line, casting you Out

and reeling

you In, you

who had forgotten what

love felt like, here

in this passionate Sea --

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