Is Love the fly of increase?
Or issue the egg of Love?
Like a wrested woman
from pupa's head
torn from a dying one
Imago must influence
the maggot she once was.
Blood in her brain.
Fresh blood flushed
from her animal heart.
Blood in her brain
to womb a thought
quick with light
why air is pushed
how earth is brushed aside.
Her women gather
loins swell & shudder
spear the dirt to let life
back into matter?
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