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Moon With Shadows
by
Minerva T. Bloom
Here, I came to these boundaries -- searching
in my need to be explained.
The stars of my universe
all broken and taken away
to a bloody moon with shadows.
It was my language
ladies and gentlemen
my very words.
Let this poetess excuse herself
I'm going, to have a walk with my dog.
Pardon me,
I'll be busy now
picking up the pieces,
the imperfections of my flights.
I'm proud
completely finished
in my need to explain:
It was him, the spider-builder
that whiskered me
and my thoughts
mistrustful of everything
because everything I say
is unclean for his code.
I don't want in here
neither his moon
nor his flower!
I'm going back to my origins
to my hemispheres. My earth.
My sky. My home.
I'm going back to myself
to revel in my native and maternal fires
and the sustenance of my very utterance.
AMEN
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