I was a young man and I knew at last what was
the violent outburst, agility resonant, mellow
cavities in the fleshy pulp slightly ajar
to the edge dehiscent,
the perfect gear, precise density
spilled juice, the tilt due
,
the exact position,
and wisdom of silence,
the beauty of a glans.
Text: "I was a young" Clara Janes.
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