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AS THE CLOTH SOAKS 

In size and depth,

It surpasses the sea;

Its outstretched fingers

Trace my skin icily.

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Infiltrating 

The world inside of me

It creeps steadily,

Thick like drops of honey.

/

I have always known it—

It’s vivid like spring. 

With eyes closed or open, 

Its presence still sings. 

/

Alongside its voice, 

Tomorrow’s violins

Draw their bows across

My worn heartstrings. 

/

I am a courtyard

Hidden from the sun; 

Over my hydrangeas,   

Its long shadow hums. 

/

But help me define it; 

It’s without a name;

This pervasive darkness   

No word can contain.

/

It starts as a bloodstain

On my ivory clothes—

Bleeding through snow

Like an unsmiling rose. 

/

And as the cloth soaks,

I soak just the same,

Until my white cloth

Is wholly scarlet-stained.

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