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Naked Like a Breast
Naked like a breast I
seep into my unclothed self
towards an immutable depth
which cannot be ignored.

Stamped by the glad ghosts of
oblivion.
I remembered no one and unremembered
by anyone. I am a stiff limb dismembered
from the trunk.
(Surely not everyone,but that's the
feeling)

The world is a ground untouched
by vapours or cleansing rain.
Why roses go lifeless
when snatched away from her
nourishing earth.
Now, a rose incognito would be a s
dreadful.
And I a heathen on this shadeless heath.
Naked like a death.

this feeling is an ungrateful companion.
She's always peering over your shoulder,
weary of happy endings and glad tidings
to the book you savour.
Grumbling over your misfortune,
but when favourable times are near
she stabs you with her hidden daggger.

Startled like a blind pigeon I
weep over my shrouded self.
This circular argument
can never be clinched.
(Surely not never,but that's the
feeling)