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water-veiled gut of guiltBy Haley Wooning QuailBellMagazine.com 4. water-veiled gut of guilt, your death praises wholeness on my altar oaklimbs shift contorted and
gnarled holding year, holding shadow a dark light slants through this black mire my body bears its tides a wish speaks silver within my eve, she who speaks only to angels why do mouths mortar against truth and confession? I walk with the sway of last summer’s reeds the violet heave of witchweed once, I had a sea autumn bells that ever-flickered a wolfpaw’s briar mothwings herded by wren song and beastbreath, burning down rows of alders flesh in wonderful anguish charred and ravened cut from the tongue, bound to myrtle, the pelt, the mind there is a black pond stillyet with infinite night she has deprived me of my name, the animals stand in the day’s descent, all that was without language lifeless, descending skies black, thirsty clouds stretch the heavens that dark guilt with which I harbor hours now, I have the earth, and all that I am sown to I pin my past to a hymn and forgive it O, night of wolves, dawn comes with a pink tongue & the scythe of sun when lovers gaze do they know the shape of duration? perish my heart so wingless I am a woman within an answer waiting life flutters inconsolably CommentsComments are closed.
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