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Bemaya.

"7/26/68: III

So many minds in search of bodies
groping their way among artificial limbs.

Of late they write me how they are getting on:
desertion, desertion, is the story of those pages.

A chewed-up nail, the past, splitting yet growing,
the same and not the same; a nervous habit never shaken.

Those stays of tooled whalebone in the Salem museum--
erotic scrimshaw, practical even in lust.

Whoever thought of inserting a ship in a bottle?
Long weeks without women do this to a man."

--Adrienne Rich, Leaflets

"Dagger Dagger" & "Feed the Dream" live.

As epigraph for one of my early books, i translated Horace's "damna tamen celeres reparant caelestia lunae" [Odes 4.7] as: 'The swift heavens, nevertheless, repair/ all the depredations of the Moon.' (1993)

I Got Heaven.