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M a t h
Like a monolith
Meredith sits in
between my legs
between my logs
on the centre of
gravity
universe
motion
Like a herectic
she submerges
It's her throne
my bone
hers alone
Like a thunderstorm
she thrashes
linear time=frozen river
It is
her cone
her hyperbola
her pyramid
with levels
of happiness
albeit
d
e
s
c
e
n
d
i
n
g
she rocks slowly
its her cradle
she moves
up
and
d
o
w
n
It’s her see-saw
She
grinds
grimaces
grins
a n d
goes red
b-r-e-a-t-h-l-e-s-s
then she
dances
slides
coils
cuts
coos
as it is
her pole
her locus
her focus
Meredith is indeed
my meridian
I radiate from her
pores
My Bedo
A moment=a desert
I am your Bedouin
in this sand storm
spectacular
stroboscopic
Her life flows in
spurts
spikes
streams
from inside her
from that cave
which ejects
divinity
death
dreams
we all are made of
and the stars liquefy.
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