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In the raucus polity

Dalia

I.)
In the raucous polity
where man’s oneself is not there to find
all the mazes tried before the arena,

even though I want to strike through,
turning it off what it is that sources passion,
it is betterworse to steer closely
to the firmly wringing twist-twirl
of a melting evening

II.)
These words don’t make to try
What I feel you know
Every day every day
I see the world making love to itself

Maybe for certaintea
Coffee and biscuits and milk
jam
but we can be brought to maraud

Don’t tell me about certain actors
supplied like the Argonauts
when it’s something that can be made in our kitchen, if we have one

it doesn’t matter to be true
as long as it is in
with creativity’s face slammed against a broken border
what we pray tell see is the minutiae, grass blades in a hardgone forest
mindside on the balcony hit on
and on the porch, set long and fine in the indigo montage

We don’t have to go round about these things.
We can be steadfirm.
Livingloving in disaster,
it doesn’t make for anything unique
as it’s always.
If you’ve brought us your finest truth then it should stealthworth be a sureluck shot,

even without the guarantee
that it might not even matter

III.)
It doesn’t make sense that we’re here to know what you have to extend
We’re just here as friends to go back and get together to our own lives
We will go back to resume what we started

The excess fear is baggage claimed
Minus all the subsides and memories changed

We didn’t cross countries
Or raise mallets
We didn’t come armed
with helltopay invalid

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2/07/2008 07:21:00 PM



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