Why didn't we vote for Akhenaten?
 the expensive
 the cathedral organist
 the tumultuous flow.
  
 To his sharp face
 the marble of the altar was
 the stole in the wind
 near Swan's.
  
 The dogs came and went
 piercing with their barks
 the rising clouds of the valley
 without the shepherd being disturbed.
  
 I ran
 and they caught up with me
 I remember
 of the rule.
  
 My hand is to the right of the left
 and the left is mine
 truly mine
 on the floor
 against soiled linens
 the mother of my child
 the pool of blood between the legs
 mouth agape, eyes rolled back.
  
  
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