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Celebrate my youth Revel in my rebellion That you may relive Not through me but with me Not without yourself but within That on your death bed at the age of your choice You’ll know that you’d beat de Leon You’d rivaled Zheng You’d begat the Fountain. Drink. -PseudoCopulation

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I've spent my capacities capturing life, death, and all in between, before and after

in paragraphs pulled from the lines that the ancient Phoenicians decided to invent one day.

While you strain your heart and mind, and body,

all of your capacities capturing life and death

all in between

with a few graceful strokes of your well placed hands.

-PseudoCopulation

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I have relegated you to a 2x2 space you'll share with two others. The wind bites and the sun pours only on the spires of the tallest pines with the deepest roots. And here we are, you and I, below the ground, above the sea next to the grade school on 109.

I don't expect your growth. Not until the sun pours down at least upon the junipers and holly. Though so often we find ourselves among the fern fronds and soft moss. Stay standing in this 2x2 I'll sing to you here below the ground, above the sea next to the grade school on 109.

I had a dream that I woke from in a euphoric daze like my wishes might be true and validated and all was right in my core in my heart, two muscles that have been weak and aching. I had a dream that I woke one morning and this white walled Bacchanal tabernacle had turned deep green. That you burst forth from the space that I relegated you to. You seized my apartment, the island, the county, you looked down on Manhattan from the cliffs of Fort Lee as you turned the brackish liquid of the Hudson from sludge to water to salt to land. And corporally you confined me to a 6x6, how generous, where my body lays still living below the ground, above the sea next to the grade school on 109. 

But your roots in my core and your flowers in my heart, I am with you looking down on Manhattan and I hear you say "I am life, your dearest friend, your closest family, you kept me close when the sun only poured upon the pinnacles of pines, you held space for me when we were relegated to the moss and ferns, come with me from the undergrowth, I love you and yours. I'll hold you strong, my roots and flowers will keep-" Then I woke up with love in my eyes that quickly brushed away to keep appearances. I sat in my bed feeling full but forgetting the dream I had played out on my back in my bed below the ground above the sea next to the grade school on 109.

But you spoke again, as if you were in my aching core and pounding heart, "Never ever take for granted what might grow from seeds you've planted."

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Morningside is cold tonight.

I walked on virgin snow.

A young lover I courted in summer

              Marking her as she met my sole.

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Hiding my tail 

In the warm summer nights 

I was bold once.

Naming the lovers

In stories about you

I was told once.

Marks on my neck

From a well weathered deck

I was painting.

Behind the house

That parents announced 

I was tainting.

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it's a shitty week.

i'm putting you off.

i hope i'm not off putting.

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We were playmates.

       I stood naked

          You cloaked in sand

You a cold light

        I held high

           Your command

If you left my sight

           I would swell no more

             My abilities are not mine

But here she comes

       A new full moon

And I'll rise

        And I'll fall

And we'll put to sleep

The time we were kids in a watery keep.

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