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| The Moon is in My Belly |
| The moon is in my belly, |
| White cool glow, |
| In the deep below. |
| Ripening readiness, |
| Rounding down, |
| Earth bound. |
| New-found interiors |
| Secret blood truth, |
| Holy chambers glowing. |
| Black waves swelling, |
| Snake waters flowing |
| Thorugh dark crevices into |
| The dreaming pregnant tombs. |
| Jocelyn Chaplin |
| 1990 |
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| See Jocelyn Chaplin's illustration of this poem |
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