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  • I did not slay it but lavished kisses
    for I know its true name...

    (from Somewhere, somehow by Peter D)

    Oh how I fling on your sentence trees
    from word branch to word branch
    I monkey the limbs
    grasping easy the point of release
    under a leafy canopy of words

    Oh how the prose rolls, masterful
    bending licence blending the lines
    lights in the shadows where nuance resides

    Alas fellow scribe of the heart’s true care
    I have looked from the ledge
    where your heart is set loose
    lest there be somewhere, somehow

    but no there is nowhere,
    no world of victual somehow
    where blood is not shed:

    Every mammal birthing steeped in red
    each prey erupts a crimson surrender.
    Half the world, all its women bleed
    in cycles that guide our moon.
    No one travels below the skin
    & returns without a mark.
    Thousands before us blazed this trail
    bloodlines of ancestral quick
    spilled into time.
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