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John Carder Bush

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On the ice flow they grip,
cut, twist, break open seeds
throwing out the white salt,
revive volcanic dreams:
unable to satisfy
their diminuated lust
the allegoric flesh
learns the thrill of return.

 
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Break O break open 'till they break the town
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Run azure on gold sands and let their tongues
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Come, dear children, let us away;
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Now my brothers call from the bay;
Now the great winds shoreward blow;
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Champ and chafe and toss in the spray.
Children dear, let us away.
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