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Eve 5

from Eve by Michael McGuire

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She was landscape-language; a painter's witch to burn, A burden of the shapelessness that you have to earn, Dreaming hardcore medicine she makes the devil’s bed, Takes the wish of what you would and leaves what you are instead, Pushing skies of plunder; Adam’s safety net, The apple like a cannonball finds its target met, She leaves no reasons wounded; supplies the dreaming dead, The burning bush of her body; the apocalypse of her head.

Undulating atoms; the apprentice of the blame, The moon of her demeanor and the desperate need for flame, Every moment is created in the apathy of her womb, The seed of your success and the harvest of your doom.

June 99

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from Eve, released July 13, 1999

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