Featured Poem 5/19/07
BEAUTYA
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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