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Before the Deluge

I pulled away. Adam
from his clay and there
in the earth a little piece
of afterbirth. Windy trees
flailed and no-one took the
measure of this seedy miracle.
Only a woman, from the fields,
who came running womb agape,
the bright air shuddering as she
tasted a little on her tongue. Fill
this up again, she said, and make a
spermy sea. Then, start swimming.

How could I fail her
and how could I begin.

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