Heavy snow. Rotten potatoes. In dreams a sense that one is traveling and upon waking a sense that one is yet dreaming. Appendages that convert the attached whole into a prayer. Attended? Ireland in the late eighties and the long painful after. In branches across the yard a cardinal and in the cardinal organs I would not call beautiful. And yet. We move into range of binoculars, Ascutney clarifying as both body and a means by which to taste the body. Lanterns, lauds, lipstick blowjobs. A lie another way becoming not truth but another way of crying out for truth. As "Sean" is another word for "deceived and prone to destruction." The troubles, my love, are only just beginning.
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