instants
meting out and marking the spartan scent
i undid the clasp and moved forward
breathe becoming a mere anachronism
hinting at life which moved beyond
it was akin to worship this momentary
and elaborate focus, meditative and subtle
here the heart beats without remiss
beating against the flesh, against
and soon i am untempered
with motion as my guide and blind
i am a man lead by spirit, sooner
engaged in nuance and innocence
the beauty of it, exquisite
demands and ever presence
and i am irrevocable, irreverent
and irked at the sounds that ram
and melt like suborning sin
against the hells of heat
mouth makes hardly perceptible resonance
in the deep, caught within the deep
writhing and wresting the god
from the deposit
anon and i am awake
and ready to sleep
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