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“FLUENT LOVE Time dark obscure Faded into love’s magic As we lay out separate hearts, Tragic, Eyes bled the souls’ Hidden secrets as we fled To the goals Of fluent love. Our hearts melting Ran down to our loins, A swollen molten mass united No joins We merged so fluid And raised our single voice in thanks To the druid Of fluent love. We smoked our single Cigarette singing, Our single song Ringing To the sad sun, so certain Of winter’s morning cold Behind the curtain Of fluent love.”

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“Now I understand the silence, Now that he told me That you had passed by, He told me it was four months That you had clamoured about me, It’s sad that I didn’t realise That it was you. He said that in the fourth month, I had confided that you had clamoured For my understanding, that you had Only wanted to pluck out my entrails And examine them, that you wanted my life, He says you went away bearing my child. Now I understand this silence, It would be wrong to say how sorry I am That I could not give you myself, It would be wrong to say sorry that I Could not give you the kind of life you need.”

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“I call him “Old Bold-Stones” Within a ribbed structure built not unlike a cage Yet, not having the same quality of confinement, The open box of the day was lying Lid unhinged to a swing of mourning whales all dressed in widowhoods. Sunset's blood threw a spotted sop – That kaleidoscope in the spout Of the great sperm-son's vent. Come, crash me thunderdown. Come, flash me whipplecrack. Wave winged Sweat wet. Frond weed. Pondweed. And as thunderdown of policemen Shouting the empty place neath The arches of the once-red now Brown, grey sandstone bridge, Trout with a suspicion of feet lurking quiet in unseen spaces between frond weed and bold stones.”

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