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Irritable Mystic

14
 by Nathaniel Mackey

    - "mu" fifth part -

    His they their

    we, their he

    his was but if

    need be one,

    self-

    extinguishing

    I, neither sham nor

    excuse yet an

    alibi, exited,

    out,

    else

    the only where

    he'd be.

    Before

    the long since

    remaindered

    body, imagines

    each crack, each

    crevice as it sweats

    under cloth,

    numbed

    inarticulate

    tongues touching

    down on love's endlessly

    warmed-over thigh.

    The awaited one

    she mistook him for haunts

    him, tells him in

    dreams he told

    him so.

    Such offense,

    but at what

    won't say,

    moot

    remonstrance,

    no resolve if not

    not to be caught

    out. . .

    Abstract advance, its

    advantage unproved,

    unbelieved-in,

    vain

    what wish would

    give. . .

    Late eighties

    night

    momentarily bleached by

    bomblight. Awoke,

    maybe inwardly wanted

    it,

    wrestling with dreams

    of the

    awaited one again.

    Thought

    back but a moment later

    what moodier start

    to have gotten off

    to,

    angered by that but

    begrudged it its impact

    and

    so sits remembering,

    pretending, shrugs it

    off. . .

    Arced harp. Dark

    bent-over body. Esoteric

    sun whose boat its

    back

    upheld. . .

    Unseizably

    vast underbelly of

    light,

    limb-letting thrust.

    Tread of

    hoofs. Weighted udders of

    dust. . .

    His it their she

    once they awake,

    the

    arisen one,

    world

    at her feet,

    her feet

    one with their

    rapture,

    ankledeep in damage

    though she

    dances. . .

    The slippings off

    of her

    of their hands define

    her hips, whose are

    the suns whose

    heat

    his nights taste

    of

    and as at last he

    lies her legs loom,

    naked,

    loose gown pulled from

    her, sleep

    turns.

    And he with his

    postures

    cramps the air,

    bent

    lotuslike, lips

    part kiss,

    part

    pout

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