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We cannot know his
legendary head
with eyes like ripening fruit. And yet his torso
is still
suffused with brilliance from inside,
like a lamp, in which his gaze, now
turned to low,
gleams in all its power. Otherwise
the curved breast
could not dazzle you so, nor could
a smile run through the placid hips and
thighs
to that dark center where procreation flared.
Otherwise this
stone would seem defaced
beneath the translucent cascade of the
shoulders
and would not glisten like a wild beast’s fur:
would not,
from all the borders of itself,
burst like a star: for here there is no
place
that does not see you. You must change your life.
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