Potentiality

POTENTIALITY
from Wild Sanity

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I saw her as a child,
timid, crouching in corners,
tramped in the damp rose of her body,
all fragrant and falling,
wild with her unsown gifts:
words unbillowed yet streaming
around and above her in silence:
hanging all heavy with oils,
yearning all yellow with sun streams,
green with the nectars,
soaked and all silky,
unknown and unspoken.
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In a better world I would shout,
"I will speak you!"
but here, they would
cart me away.