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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 52

Such Visions


I have seen the hands which willow like
move with liquid fluidity, and I know the eyes
too delicate to dream such visions of violence.
But there on the page passes the trepidation that belies the eyes so lovely, one hopes tears never traverse.
Absorb yourself
into yourself,
a fetus,
when brutal tempests
tamp down on you.
And let your limbs protect when the horns of your demons break forth from your skull.
In the entanglement of arms
and hair
and fluids,
in the entanglement of twisted limbs bent with light refracted
through the prism of social meaning, we can find
ourselves
submerged in water
totally recognized
as we swim like the Pisces we’re meant to be.

  Anthony Squiers