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In Never
Never Land, the snow
falls evenly
and everything
is quiet.
You can even see
the stars,
stretching like a huge
female body
embracing, or
longing to embrace, but oh so distantly,
all that rough and tumble, that
broken male body lying
underneath the snow
which mercifully
covers it
like an eiderdown
in La La Land,
In Never Never Land.

{This poem is in debt to Jeremy Naydler's book Temple of the Cosmos and its evocation of the god and goddess, Gleb and Nut]

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