ocr: Durendal : What is my begipning? Where will be my ending? U wonder sometimes the way Of steel and flesh. I wonder beyond cleaving, beyond the parting sounds Of the world. Does the edge turn inward upon itself? Will the edge swallow plaited skin, like a gulping Fish gorging on the tension Of water and air? Will I perhaps pass the edge into Flesh? Can I know a pink inrerno to birth Forth Fruit For the orld's gob6ling maw? And if, can I stand to see my OUn sueet PfFerigs suallowed and consumed by men or man or sea? Swallowed like grapes For the world's insatiability? Better the steel song Of snic ...
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