My truths are all foreknown,This anguish self-revealed.I'm naked to the bone,With nakedness my shield.
I can hear, underground, that sucking and sobbing, In my veins, in my bones I feel it,- The small water seeping upward, The tight grains parting at last. When sprouts break out, Slippery as fish, I quail, lean to beginnings, sheath-wet.
Pain wanders through my bones like a lost fire
I bleed my bones, their marrow to bestowUpon that God who knows what I would know.
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