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1 Poem | Djelloul Marbrook

The woven world 

                 *
Unattainable inaccessible one
we cast you out from within
only to feed on you like hummingbirds.

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So he took a shit around noon;
where did he take it, why
are we always taking things?

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Is acquisition scatological?
What’s a thing worth but how
it’s tagged? Tags are our obsession.

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Fisheye, on your slab of ice,
is this about entertaining angels unawares,
or not?

             *****
Stroke my face with rosemary,
soak my feet in sage; I will become
a thread of the woven world, a non-compliant.




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