I am blank
and new.
A recoiled, un-struck
harp cord.
Hiding and tight in the
crook of an Earthly beast’s
knee. A star
in my throat.
Over-folded eye lids.
Breathing my heart-beat is
heavy with
sweat.
But I am senseless
in the mouth.
What newness is this?
A grown woman
tired with might,
resembling
the emptiness
of a newly
powdered babe.
A fusing descent into
black soil,
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