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I. F O L
L I C U L A R /b
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day
7
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- leaving
is
- all
we desired
- and
were made to do
it
must be decided by the whim of our Goddess.
- here,
decisions are passed
- by
the council of hypothalamus above
- estrogen
and progesterone received
- by
liquid facsimile
- brick
and mortar of the movement.
-
- what
is our direction here,
- save
a direction in our souls of latent potential
- to
be?
- a
weak light filters through the small oculus
- as
we eye each other.
-
- we
are all the same but
- subtleties
of genetic difference give us
- breath,
want, envy.
- We
cling to the earth that sustains us.
-
- one
will be chosen by the council to flourish
- encircled
with fragrant garlands
- beckoned
by consonant harmonies
- promised
a grove of trees
- swaying
verdant in a warmer light.
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| norethindrone
1.0 mg ethinyl estradiol 0.035 mg |
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but,
even our ocular light is now fraught
with long
shadows cast
by the new
wall
a thick
diaphanous membrane
sealing
the south gate of the temple
messengers
estrogen, progesterone
now received
daily
now routine
faces
save the
pristine void that takes the place of eyes.
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- We now
lay dormant in dimness of our chamber.
- no one
prepares us to leave.
- dreams
of wreathed victory
- dreams
of the cyclical temple that may nourish
- remain
lucid.
- it is
what sustains our pulse, breath.
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I. O V U L A T O R Y |
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day
13
- corpus
luteum
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- tales
have come back to us
- through
the fluid canals
- we immerse
our hope in these waters
- thick
with story.
- stories
of release and freedom
- garlands
shed
- metamorphosis
of the ingenuous into
- nascent
Beauty
- golden
dermis overexposed under the
- shade
of myrtle.
- a narrow
grove, long
- winding
once toward a more intense light
- Beauty
moves with the peristalsis of branches
- mostly
crouches in awe of new coordinates
- a hint
of destination crosses her gilded brow.
- such dimensions
are embodied aspiration.
- We only
believe the grove exists
- there
has been no word of such playful procession.
- We project
our heads only to recede back
- into earth.
- was the
perfection of our Goddess
- a dream
outwitted
- by a wall
- by a message
- by some
body bureaucracy?
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L U T E A L |
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- the fallen
garlands yellow and separate
- scatter
over moist soil
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I I. F O L L I C U L A R /a |
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- none have
completed passage to the temple.
- if only
to remain in its coccoon
- of refuge,
to be buried within its walls
- gifts
from our Goddess and nascent Beauty would
- breathe
symbiosis.
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day
1
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- I know
that the walls
- disintegrate
and crumble
- only to
be resurrected again,
- then to
tumble once more
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| norethindrone
0.5 mg ethinyl estradiol 0.035 mg |
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- the translucent
wall remains in the south
- frenetic
shadows of half a life cast through
- faint
light promise,
- arouse
a quick pulse, then leave.
- Beauty
would have waited in the grove
- proud
but despondent
- she would
have been sacrificed into
- the sanguine
ruins
- despite
our absent journey
- the living
carcass of the temple remains
- reconstruction,
deconstruction
- only to
nourish itself and again rebuild
- satiating
hunger for body ritual.
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