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Andlamo'
One's feet sunk,
the welsh of mud gnpped one, no hand-rail, the bog-suck lIke a whIrl-pool,
and he SaId
Close the pores of your feet' And my eyes clung to the hOrIzon,
od mIXIng WIth soot, and agam PlotInus
To the door,
Keep your eyes on the mIrror
Prayed we to the Medusa,
petnfymg the sod by the shIeld,
HoldIng It downward
he hardened the track
Inch before us, by Inch,
the matter reSIStIng,
The heads rose from the shIeld, lussmg, held downwards
Devounng maggots,
the face only half potent,
The serpents' tongues
grazmg the swt11 top,
Hammermg the souse mto hardness, the narrow rast,
Half the WIdth of a sword's edge
By tlus through the dem eVIl,
now smkmg, now chngmg,
Holdmg the unsInkable shteld
ObhVlon,
forget how long, sleep,           nausea
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