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48<br />
v. Veil<br />
Walk in hunger, pray in hunger, love<br />
in wild bursts, airless gulps. Feel what<br />
tremors about your skin, what watches,<br />
what follows. Sometimes spoken in the<br />
pink of a wanting cheek, laugh becomes<br />
moan, thicking clouds, unthreading<br />
nests. Look about, the beggar & the king<br />
equally slave to need’s claw & sunset’s<br />
burn. Look about, let nothing be which<br />
can deeper teach you that you know<br />
nothing, & still you stride. Walk in hunger,<br />
love in hunger, fuck in hunger. Fuck<br />
inevitably, die in surprise. Submit to<br />
wisdom in molecule & feather, let the<br />
strange dogs within scream & cry, whimper<br />
& weak. Let the world’s hustles disappear<br />
wholly into the sugar of thine heart.<br />
Walk in hunger, thrash. Believe.<br />
Say I love you: it matters. <strong>The</strong> world sips<br />
at your song. Say I love you: she listens.<br />
Within her a bell breaks & moans. Say<br />
I love you to the night’s banshees, to what<br />
strokes with holy intent. Say I love you:<br />
she reaps. <strong>The</strong> morning glows & she follows.<br />
Walk in hunger, hurry. Begin everywhere, nowhere.<br />
Sing to her the heavy songs, white<br />
explosions, battering lullabies, loathesome<br />
bright things. Sing to her of secret want<br />
dirty & delicious. <strong>The</strong> gravity & whim of<br />
biting wordless things. Teeth across her back,<br />
caterwaul for dreaming’s promised new<br />
world. Raise her, shake her hard from<br />
within, the room cutting blood & coarse<br />
echoes for more. Nothing to explain love’s<br />
sweet whore grace. Submit, hunger never<br />
ceases, immolate slowly with her. Squeeze, empty.<br />
Cry out to the sky. Let its silence tend you.<br />
***<br />
<strong>The</strong> Cenacle / 54 / April 2005