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O
O—This excruciating ecstasy;
Awakening to find beneath my wall,
Something long forgotten.
Prickling with new feeling, and—
Nauseated with joy.
O—soothing scrape, wonderful in
Discovery. Memories of neglected
Friends—agonizing with their
Appearance—Wonderful.
I burst, spewing warm words like
Regurgitated ambrosia.
The wall no more than an exposed nerve
Wondering why it was built.
O—to find a gate!—releasing
The inner floods to wash
Me clean—access to
The river beyond.