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Eve 4

from Eve by Michael McGuire

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Control; control; control that’s what I need, I don’t want to be the bones on the plate of this evil deed, I swallowed the placebo of her history, To the effect of a false cure for her mystery.

Chronicle of catastrophe fixed, Planet's fade; big bang fist.

Rigor mortis fantasy of gods and props, Sequence of event zero where tomorrow stops, I squeeze the gel of her soul till it solidifies, Take the milk of her blood to the alter to homogenize.

Perpetual past-translation-build, Software bug in the bounty of the future's yield.

There she stands next to my meaning, Like an angel that can only fly backwards, The prodigal son and this custom weaning, A whisper found in the city of lost words, A relic among the reality dig, She gives the comfort of the naked blush, I rape the bride of the universe rig, And I float on the wine filtered from the crush.

She’s like a wound I pick just to know I exist, The broken-orbit vastness of a goodbye kiss, A spiritual manifestation of the hopeless physical hemisphere, A way of touching what is always and only near.

May 99

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from Eve, released July 13, 1999

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