Under the skin, vein and layer: nerve and capillary. Life-lines run deep, thread bowel and stitch the womb, the flash of cell explodes in thought: we twitch in sleep: send message of desire, limbs languorous. Yet-unwaking, stretch and turn. We are all sisters, under skin, each dream soft touch in night, the whiffling urgencies of sleep want arms for comfort. So do we lie alone: though spirit burst out into flaying wind, as thread and nerve of air; or search deep earth, vein, cataract and seam; and in the ocean depth we ride, we slide, we turn:
though soul still walk the pearly orb of night in clean Madonna's peace,
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