and the waves fall
all in their places.
Let the goddess
anointed by time
fall under its wheel.
Let the fire be with me
in its open guise
and her tragedy fall
into my arms to be sown
in a closer cell.
Let the garment tear
with its willingness spent on trifles,
let the banner be
a thousand tongues.
On the brine of my back
let her hands eat me up like the sea.
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