Fragments in Sate
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i want you so deep in the body murk black sagging restless pains and dirt
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like dried kindle brittle and break alone sharing
what is lost
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forgive whistling winds tragic call so confused
it takes me with you
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the rush at the peak is a puddle on bottom of some fantasy of ache
what of it?
my heart is right here
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for me,
a makeshift bed
of fruits and sweets i can never eat
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everything lies as a trap gleeful fill the belly and strike
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even grace in not saving
but haunt shouting and weep
wish it weren’t true
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complicated it breaks the sinews a thousand ways and no different,
its new, its new!
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driving stakes into the sky crucify clouds
adore each thought every worry
ThirdLakeBurn 
“the rush at the peak is a puddle on bottom of some fantasy of ache” is an excellent line!
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Rarely do things act in place of motions nor do motions seem to act in place of things; in language, we have that overlap. Heraclitus did not think so.
In Portuguese, we have two words for “wave”: “onda” e “vaga”. In English, what you describe the motion of waving has only one symbol, “wave”, though “heave” could be almost applicable. Latin, however, which wanes from my mind quickly since I only received lessons of it as a child, has the word “unda”, which birthed our word “onda” and your “undulation”, but in poetic Latin, “fluctus” was used most often. The Latin word “fluctiger” exists thus as a declination of wave and generator, and as “fuctígero” in Portuguese.
It is a rare, rare word, in all of its forms, which is why I believe it describes you best. I truly do adore the manner in which you write, Warren. My poetry has pause, torture; the lavish turns and spikes of a pained string. You have… something else entirely. You have inner and outer edges of yourself; you have concentric and eccentric impressions, and all of you waves inversely as you heave the manners of your permanence.
An enviable talent. Though, I suppose we are all have our own ways of being things in place of motions and, in these bright moments, motions in the place of things.
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