A constant reminder,
I have received bounty,
from the evils of others,
because they put spur
to my lassitude, evil
benefactors, mine,
they brought me,
resisting, to the battle.
Welcome, now.
You wanted the
jungle. My ground,
it turns out. I am
a fountain. I'm the
fourth of July. I
love. The jungle.
the love story.
the convoluted
motions of the dark
struggle with love
a heart is a jagged
dagger, self made
of divine fire.
through which the
flesh is made to
kindle. The poet
is the mask of Orpheus
to be the oracle. The
mask that pulls Gods
the poet supplies
the myth. Name.
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