i was _ a _ libertine ___ in

the __ ante-room _______ of _______ Love _ , _______ some
remember

______ black (earth?)

________ UnManageAble _ crux of __ femme

__________ I DARED MYSELF TO MARK SOMETHING ON PAPRYI
hunk of flesh ___ salt meat __________________ words
rush _ like a Maenad ___ over
_______ grave-isles __ garbage-vales _ thick-crocus mountains &
gut-sad __ seas
_______ for Space is not easily discerned by Mortals.

___________________________ hey Sapph, ______ take up yr lyre
_________ play something we DON’T __ know the words to

Gogyla, Atthis, _ Andromeda, _ Amalthea
_____________________________ Anaktoria __ &

the big violet bruise.

sing abalone-crowned Cytherea ___ eclipse-of-state
_______________________________________________ whose voice hustles
us _ scarred __ shocked _ abject __ subversive ____ UnderSung

______________________________ we fight this society of death