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Statement for Adonis
Don't be put off with inferior imitations. Insist on the genuine archetype. The experience insists Out of its law And in cerebration That the gardenias of the world are liars Ennobled in applause from pin to pogrom. To slide Down a catastrophe into existence Boar-like in monasteries, Degraded in a trench of tusker fury, While the wounds weep On the harness of my loving. The sky for you is dark and the flesh of the foam Fled on her lips like breezes. The bride for you is dark and the flooding Of her face is no calamity, no harvest. The sun for you is dark as you have suffered. Out of the prison of tongues, You on the arrow of silence Find only freedom where the dead are trusting. Always land where the seas are broken. Land 'where the woman's flesh Is given to your eyes. Land where the bridges Sever your country from improvidence. Land is the prison Which you cannot escape. Because you are yourself You cannot be redeemed from blood or history. Therefore the action of my love grows inward Poisoning, reaching down to roots and silence.