Wednesday, June 12, 2013

4468. MURRAIN

MURRAIN
I can't, I can't, I won't as well : grace
my manner like a table-top and take off
your top and sit at this table as well  -  let
me look at you. My God, my God, that's
some beautiful  stuff, and I myself am
in disarray and dishabille.
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Murrain means nothing more than all-pervasive
death, boils and ulcerated skin, rashes and the
oozing of pus  -  no, no let it go and just bury
these dead : for such a physical pestilence too
as its echoes and remembrances within the mind.
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By contrast, let me just look at you, alive.

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