Ango ode

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The pleasure of anxiety
being in its far remove
a perpetual huntress

Forwards, backwards
at all moments
present fully

swift lithe arm holds a dagger
ever changing form and mass
one moment a broad baselard
next a tight stilletto

willy nilly
she goes poking,
all the while
whispering this
and that and if

until one gives freely all
effort, skill and strength
to her caprice and glib want
renounces senses and joy
for endless supplication

(for impossible is her placation)

this huntress yelling
“Ango! Ango!”

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Humanoid entity residing in Chicago. Rather shy, extremely literary. Likes virtual realities, of the self and computer generated kind. Not entirely convinced that their hands are real.
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The huntress yells,”ango! ango!”..yes, it hurts, its despair but then isn’t it wonderful when it can be voiced in such a vivid ,emotional and soulful poem. I think this is your beauty to pen it down, Branwen. And yes, send more poems!