wail mary
from the sacrilege series
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wail, mary, afloat in space
the gourd is of thee
blessed art thou amongst planets
and blessed are the sluice of thy womb
it please us
lunar fairy
mother, sister, daughter to all
bray with us skinners
now and ‘til the sour of our breath
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Written by
Eric Jennings
he/him, dilettante, writer, invocateur, noise-maker, accidental yogi and dabbler in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics
