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"It is quite common for some males in Australia (especially in the city of Melbourne), and New Zealand to sport a moustache during the month of November. The custom being known as Movember (Movember is a portmanteau of the words 'Moustache' and 'November'), and being a fundraising event for men's health issues. - www.movember.com - In the United States, it has recently become known as No-Shave November around college age kids to raise awareness to men's health issues, mainly testicular and prostate cancer. Read more...)

You have led us to this place. There is no rest now, no slumber for man while the chirp of night leaks down on him.

You entered under shadows, the dark of darkness weaving into apparitions. We may see a section of it, the sun wandering across us.

I recall the dis-ease tightening the soul, bent to fit into hours of insignificance.

When will you arrive home? Will your guests be staying long or will they step over graves like good soldiers when we’re sunken, our breasts eaten?

Clear-cut skies climb inside our judgment and the likeness cuddles up with a dreadful worship. Keep leading us on our way, only curb your rage to a simmer, feast instead on love.


© 2010 by mark prime



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