Lavoura Arcaica
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with my feathered mane
flying like feathers.

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Stepping with my sagittarius
paws the soft belly of the world.

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Taking from this pasture
a grain of wheat...

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and a fat slice
of wine-soaked wrath.

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Me, the epileptic.
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The possessed, crazed epileptic.
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Me, the starved,
rolling in my convulsive speech...

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the soul of a flame.
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A veronica cloth
and a squirt of mud...

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mixing the salty name of our
sister into this flowing broth...

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the perverted name of Ana.
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Such shivering...
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So many suns...
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Such agony.
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And Ana was there next to me.
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Her presence was
so necessary.

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I thought how often,
like two children...

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we would be able
to laugh riotously.

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Spraying the urine
of each one...

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against the other's body.
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Wetting ourselves as
we had done just awhile ago.

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And mixing together
with our laborious tongues...

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the saliva of each other.
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Uniting our faces,
wet by our eyes...

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cheek to cheek.
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Thinking that we were
made of dirt...

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and that everything in us would
germinate in the other...


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