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INCEST

 It started in us a craving

A worldly spire; from our little plays of extended family grace 
developing by an inchmeal

A crave in our childish naiveness

to be amongst twisted comforts

beneath our bed spread-

uncanny and naked’

bemused by the warmth of an affection from television scenes

replayed in imagery

while exploring geographies; each on the other

as the sun shone so bright to betray

the powerful reflectiveness of the granite

and so we were like the granites exposed in our firm-

planted not on family cordiality but on items of

our continuous explores

we faced a strenuous refute;

for we were seen

in an atrocity of many forms

and for most of it all: we were kin