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Though, part of me knows the Godhead
the long perfect sinew under the smooth hair
pulling the ground beneath him like a mad
pulsating dream of sweat and despair. Lurching
towards epiphany after the bit is removed
after freedom.

A part of me knows the Godhead though,
and longs for the perfect sinew and muscle
pulsating beneath me, like a mad dream
of sweat and me pulled to the ground
of smooth hair and the epiphany of freedom
after the bit is installed. Lurching.

Part of the Godhead is me though
the long perfect sinew of my smooth soul
pulling heaven beneath me like a mad
dream of lurching despair and sweat.
We are pulsating a bit in the epiphany
of the freedom of our hair and body removed.

03/05/2009

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