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let me fall between your vantage point
and your heart
somewhere between your eyes and the furrow
of your inhabitable cunt
where snow shines gold in the afternoon
where crows watch the door

let me stay for a short time
feel the blood run from in between your legs
that might guide me elsewhere
point me in a direction
as a new born's first contact
with hard steel alters the future

let me rise from that hard table
go forward with the fragility of a new spring leaf
mouth open to exuberant teat clouds
and drink from the sky
then plummet to the ocean floor
to walk among the aged pines
move with the tide of an ever changing
mystery