The Sex Poem by GRANT FRASER

The Sex

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What the red vein,

that piece of machinery,

in search of unheard
of places,

activates and
reactivate,

for the sake of it,

carries you along,

the streets, enrobed,

searches for a missing
fold,

ten
hundred
thousand
million
billion
trillion

wires -

enervating,

inside
the minute
box of thought
in you...

Saturday, May 17, 2014
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