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Immortal Pig
In stone. In gold. In blood.
Your life unfolds and obscures it.
You run to it. You run away from it.
Exchanges of pleasure
Zero the ripeness of desire.
A grave dark raises its flag.
A green road curves up a white hill.
A bronze cloud says: Does this spell relief?
The raiment of my heart
Catches fire. Elsewhere, a clear day
Of hot light workshops the ground.
You are a child fresh with lies.
The marble years lay awake and destiny
Like an ocean bursts its foam
On the shoreline, cancels, rolls away.
These feelings, in late afternoon
Remain uncapsized, unswayed, unbruised.
Safe as milk. Up and down. North and South.
And yet, I hadn’t taken the cure.
