Saturday, July 14, 2012

I Was Written With Stars and Swords

I smell of mother's milk, moon dog milk, ancient moon blood cardinal and ferrous

I am sabotage, I am ferocious, I am an ambush waiting behind the Stop sign
I move with a jackal leap, I leap with a lame leg, I am my own trickster
I hear the chastisement hanging on to every goodness and the goodness smiling at stars
My duality is a twin scar
My scars do not shame me
I was written with stars and swords
and pushed out as a fire into the night 

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