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rebirth

into the darkness we climb.
sliding on slippery moss
down, down, down
into the dank depths
beneath our otherwise
normal lives.

and since accouched
from an other’s womb
we have groped at the
walls of slippery intent
with none to save
none to save our river rock
souls. normal?

she chased me, humming,
through the pine groves of
South Georgia. steel stringed
winds buzzed with bee friends
and calloused cloud bears and
cloud tigers and cloud ponies,
tails brought brightly on
by the backlit sun.

she caught me by the tides
and pulled me from my
sandy shells. these metaphors
splashed against her naked
flesh, like cool, cool, cool
water. ripples brought
to a head at the touch
of her skin. breeze.

ah, but would it do us any
good to wait for morning? would
it requite this love in spite
of ourselves? indeed, love
becomes a charade when
left unchecked. when
left to its own devices.

so down we crawl,
head hung low,
back into the
womb.

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