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Michael Osterhus Poem
Nectar and Ambrosia
we fair devils
Clean skin delicacies sweetly disguise
a madly frustrated and tortured soul
No satin, nor smooth silk, nor equal flesh
can divine from my mouth the holy light
when the line of my soul is so oblique.
Yet I hesitate now to set it straight
for I, once inverted, have been prescribed--
to stand upright--to play a woman's part.
In that vision eyed: beauty on beauty,
morning's dew on the new rose of my heart,
the food of the gods seeping from our pores.
So, therefore, my form I deliberate
that might, through my body, my soul escape
Copyright © Michael Osterhus | Year Posted 2014
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Michael Osterhus Poem
She is my solid point
the nothingness from which the universe was created
I am an Architect
and she is the zero from which I draw my line.
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Michael Osterhus Poem
The inane
The profane
The insane
The mundane
We top off our water
How severely it fills our glass
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Michael Osterhus Poem
Yeah, and all the Earth as a piece of art
and all its myriad signs that point the way
and, yeah, all the songs that play in my heart
all in all, they speak of a better day.
Copyright © Michael Osterhus | Year Posted 2014
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