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Satiations I flail beyond satiation-- hands flat against the margins-- excess my guide availing. Excess, boundaries and limitlessness draw from me every arrow in my quiver. I abandon everything for you. All my givens exceeded my hands now limit testers my rainbow's here before the rain I am dead on for you urgently in the minute transformation. Art discipline now abandoned; Art my lover standing-- vision on the rosy tipped seductive horizon, reaching through my filmy gauze smashing blocks of writing stops breathes into me respirations; rainbow arcing new exhalations new molds making phantasmagorical, something new is born. Every time it feels like this. Every time the wanton risk for lust here drives my pen I think. A certain hungerness to see just beyond the margins line where rosy lover lifts my dawns in odd hours beckoning. A bridge to cross each time; dizzying excessive steps to walk; a culture by these gained or lost. Every Artist's Creed: Risk and Art interbreed Culture in the breach. |
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