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The Moon is in My Belly
The moon is in my belly,
White cool glow,
In the deep below.
Ripening readiness,
Rounding down,
Earth bound.
New-found interiors
Secret blood truth,
Holy chambers glowing.
Black waves swelling,
Snake waters flowing
Thorugh dark crevices into
The dreaming pregnant tombs.
Jocelyn Chaplin
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See Jocelyn Chaplin's illustration of this poem