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   Volume IX, Issue II

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Poetry


standing there with both arms out
Joseph Cooper

 

I warned you not to fall in love haunted finitude and sorrow.  Exhumed from lyric conspiracy the embodied gesture we perform.  It seems completely natural to claim all could begin again where the politics of the body does not manifest in the wind and give the wind away.  Places called home alliterated and unattached.  The scene uncompromised the approach of danger and dream.  A calamitous path echoing together weĠre leaving again to get to bright heart sparks rise.  It is in this context that extension is not confined to the intestine alone.  Lonely traps compelled emission. Pray to be released from you.  A hand offered is structureless as conflict from self-renewal.

 

 

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