a salvage

a salvage

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I stand miserably here

to collect the salvage after all the

wrecks or dilapidations

of my mind and matter...

to resurrections of the sins and ills

which the gods pour daily on

my breads and

beans and berries

and to all the remainings

that reduced to ash and dust of

the virtues and equity

and let me

collect the salvage of flesh and blood

which exhausted the prime and purpose

of my existence

and let me also gather all those shades of the soul

..the soul of gods and not of me..

and all those commandments and punishments

or all those appeasing and soothing words

of gods

and voices

that are strewn along the slaughter-houses

of a total machine of life and death..

I am collecting those oyster-shells

with the long greenish brown bearded "kelps

wreathing a sigh beneath that oozy woods

of this "roaring and bleading" oceans.


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