Right Action

O Eros, mangier than I, the nervous coils
about the window with a magpie
in the garbage bins at night,

O form of who I love, trembling thumbs
in need of their own suffering,
the shy gruesome facts of all the matter

in fine poverty chinawear with fire
fine as fair, unfair and not fair, fairly
full, the full moonlight of this

abounding, breaking into parts, together,
under the glow of a simple lamp, who he is,
poor and always hungry filled with flame.




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