Featured Poem 5/19/07



black light, white light suspended moment

had narrowed me down to

206 bones,

blood churner

One carbon weave

in a chorus of carbon where

the horizon is always

feeding momentum

until I remembered craving

desire that unfolds me at my knees

I fall fast into beauty when I'm overcome by beauty

I succumb to its bondage

—Rebecca Lemke

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