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   A fiend in need   
   she is a perfect whirlwind.   
   Inhuman condition   
   I am alone for days.   
      
   I am nothing   
   to her now.   
   The ongoing silence   
   is driving me mad.   
      
   Her mirror mirror   
   on the wall.   
   My fingers   
   in her soft places.   
   Her modern mathematics   
   her pager number.   
      
   I light   
   the candle for her   
   and this big   
   world of people.   
      
   Silver leopard   
   led astray   
   from a magnificent destiny.   
      
   I am the foolish virgin   
   with my   
   magnificent obsession.   
   Law of the lion   
   I'll find her.   
      
   Bright feather   
   hot leather   
   magicians of night   
   and strutting ducks.   
      
   Loaded dice   
   she is there   
   in that secret   
   shadow valley.   
      
   Sweet adultery   
   under the moon.   
   The Dark Queen's gift   
   a riddle.   
      
   Please speak to me   
   before the sun goes down   
   the children   
   of the rainbow   
   do the dark dance.   
      
   -Will Dockery 1997   
      
   ***   
   From the Usenet poetry newsgroup archives, 1997.   
      
      
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