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One Evening while Smelling the Moon
That ˈSən within you, Moon, ejaculated into me. (Earth now
fructifies, but the decapitating sickle claims [my flesh) grows
scales untouchable to (fire-breathing serpents] saturate near
cavern jaws, giant mind-body vacuume cleaners with vaginal
canals descending into wombs expelling that ˈSən ―the Sun
and Son―within you, Moon.
(Upon her breast, Moon, Earth gives me that forbidden nectar
of Eucharist, [the serpent's venom) says]:
To he whom ˈnōz the Moon, sickles her snares.
