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Early Dark Song

Posted by: TGST

Early Dark Song

Jaw is aching, the writing
slow.
How to ache,

the belly knows. The jaw can’t find a way.

In habit unsure. Dark just grows.

Oh aching,
come and make me

a cauldron of thoughts

(a mouthful of snakes). Shantih shantih,
come and find me,
I am lost.

Inhabit the missing light.

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