The Thing

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuARb0osn0c

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How do we account for it or her?

All she had to do was stick her nose

outside for the inevitable to occur.

All sentient beings noticed and arose,

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became her entourage, adoring

but respectful of her patent need

for space – their hushed imploring

faces silently adhering to a creed

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belonging to a faith they’d breathed

in from her like a sacred atmospheric

breeze – which lent new life that seethed

as if into the primal stage of stratospheric

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orgasm that sex with god or goddess

is proposed on evidence to be. But what

exactly was she doing to effect this 

deluge of response? Was she shut

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or open to the importuning eyes 

that could not not embrace her, whole?

Was her ineluctable divinity, disguise? -

or a blessèd incarnation of the Soul? -

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or the divisive dissonant deception 

so inherent in her unplumbed mystery

that human psyches lacked perception

to investigate the sordid history

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of this phenomenon of demi-god

whose virtue they began to disbelieve -

this fake, now a likely demon of the sod

not the celestial ether: how could she relieve

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their existential agony, assuage 

their ache to be released? She’d spilled her

falsity herself : tainted blood! So in a rage -

deserved? we cannot know - they killed her.

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Where or what we wonder is the moral?

What are we here or there for?

(Oh, make it soar all vast and choral!)

You’re the thing that you prepare for.

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