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What Magnitude


02.19.17 Posted in today's words by

Jude Folly lives and writes in southern California. 

What Magnitude
By Jude Folly

at what magnitude of
torn limbs he pulled apart
your senses; he, a phantom

and zealous lover seamlessly
fused; the dark arts of his
palms conjuring tempests

of delight from your flesh;
the deus ex machina
of the moment, a ruptured

unit of time that halts
beating hearts; what tectonic
tilt he compels within your

your bones’ marrow—what urge
to unsheath from skin and sinew;
what bloodletting cry passes through

you—whisper of a dying star.



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