An Ogre in the River Yearning

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         Now I have to go inside.

Now, when it is not yet morning.

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                   In a dream the snake walks by

         with doll heads tied to its body. I must 

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return. I am not finished. 

         Something still requires me,

                   loneliness, my comfort

         armor, my established faith.

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I was an ogre in the river 

yearning, each hand 

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         knew a violence unknown

                   to the other, each heartbeat

another shovelful of dirt 

         dumped upon a secret harm.

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         I hid from my body inside

                   my body, hid from God

         inside the passive voice.

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I ruined my life by living it

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         without me.

                             Now the light is 

                   hungry, & I must go in.