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The Similitude of This Great Flower

These vines are trim, I take them down. I have my mother’s features in my heart, the darkest gem, tripping in the tar, an affinity for Iceland. The world is clanking: noun, noun, noun. Sand in the shoe doesn’t make you an oyster. This river runs constantly. “The similitude of this great flower,” its violent fame. Forfeit your interests while moonlight chucks the sun. Is the dog behind glass, glassed in? Heaven’s voice has hell behind it. I’m looking at the evil flower, a fly in the keyhole trying to read the wall. It says we haven’t died despite the cold, it sells the green room’s sweat and laughter. It’s misty in the dream. It says you promised to go on.

Source : Elizabeth Willis : Meteoric flowers, Wesleyan University Press 2006.
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