There is no space wider
than that of grief,
There is no universe like
that which bleeds...
I am one of those who lives
in the middle of the sea
and close to the twilight,
a little beyond those stones.
So your small dark hand,
your slim Portuguese feet,
your clear hips of plenty---
ancient rivers of green fire
traveled through your veins:
and you put everything on the table
like a waterfall in the spring,
in the game of life or extinction...
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