Friday, January 28, 2011

On Eros

To confirm perfect incompleteness
epithalamium, dactyl, and spondee
triangulate desire

To become agents of change we:
                    accept the nothing of demand
                    emote the hate of denial, and
                    refuse to ignore the unspeakable

Acknowledging the lack—
                    encompassing this hole with
                    our whole bodies, our whole
                    minds, spherical souls

Cubical hole.


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