Voyage To The Underworld
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Laurence Overmire
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Poems coagulate
In the wounds that mark
This body carnival
I know not why
The tourniquet of a sentence
Stops death
From breaking through
A gangrenous life
But it does
I am the medicine
Of my own language
I am made
Word by word
Into something greater
Born out of one's own soul
There is
A beating of the heart
In the tuneful lapse of
Second on second
A rhythm that finds its
Singular space
In the pantheon of time.
~ Laurence Overmire
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