edible Oedipal complex,
edible Oedipal complex,

* * *

she is a spider in the King's robes
loving to be loved
	and despised
constructed of words,
she is hello/good-bye
may see you again
in the fragments of the memories
	of a dream
lost inside a record of days

* * *

joys passing from the place of bliss,
becoming each a particle of smoke
to float in sheaths of cloudy thought-
remote fears once the ancestors
	of our curiosity,
dwelling in eyes of lame goats

* * *

outside of thoughts
frame the mind's
madness in the slowly
wilting posture
of a flower

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