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Epistle Xxi - the Oil To Eden
(I)
I am the palatine oil
the astral gift
rumbling your
skeletal tree’s
truncated trunk,
each reverberation of
your sacral chakra
pleading you
to unfurl your
dormant wings
and soar above
animalism’s aridity
(II)
I am the
shamanistic secretion,
the nascent sprout that
blossoms into
a tsunami that
pounds rusted nails into
your bloodied flesh
(III)
I am your renunciation
the nourishing
fruit of bitterness
calling you
closer towards Eden,
each pulpy bite
mirroring the skunk’s
olfactory repellent,
a blistering musk
fortifying you against
Bubonic malaise
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Shiraz Bautista
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