- Flux Magazine
"Degeneracy" by Sara Holopainen
If we could surrender the repulsion of our flesh
we could be made of yearning and forgetfulness
If the timber of death’s voice did not frighten us so
we could float like dust in air and fall like the snow
And if sex did not render us mad with beauty and grief
we could love without worship and fall back asleep
A starlit sky once called my name
Praise annihilation and we are one again
The moss on a tree never did sing of pain
Only death with the sun and growth in the rain
Eden made me restless, so I surrendered my place
I cracked the Orphic egg and begged for holy grace
If the waning moon ever fades from your skin
My love, ad nauseam, will take hyssop to my sin
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