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To spend a life living on a prayer for beans, for rain for life to continue despite the worms of evil continually gnawing at its core
to be reduced to need raw merciless because in this life there is no mercy
The space between thoughts like the space between meals widens
Thighs widen and another life comes into the world
The rains come
The corn is cut
The belts tighten and people fill their bellies with God
And god bends his knees to ask forgiveness.
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Archived to the cemetary in my head
All that came before: came and dead
I am fragile: linked in iron to this terrible need for love you me we are bound to kneel before in some corner of our minds driving us to madness:
Its in our nature
He put 2 pistols on the table and said this:
My ability to kill you
your ability to kill me
This is our nature
And back they went into the small of his back and the curve hollowed between his hip bone and belly.
And this is still what makes us me we equal before all men my terrible need for them
touch be touched
be taken given
Take:
Hidden behind guns and funds and whatever else we can find to run from this great candle flame burning down the
wick-spine-middle of our bodies.
Gypsy's secret:
Have no future and no past
Movement devoid of direction is dance
have the the courage to stay in only one place:
walk vertically through heaven and hell
pray for solace
cycle through realities
and move on.
Todavia
Estoy perdiendo sangre
La tierra y yo sangramos juntas
haciendo pinturas sobre el suelo
y ahi nacen arboles
llenos de dulce gotas de
cerezas caendo.
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