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Random Poem:

"Porty Crystal", the Mistress from "Kampuchea"
happymole

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Khmer – witness of
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her first (in)articulation.
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Cardamom and Elephant(s) – crib
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of the descendant…Porty Crystal.
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Beauty’s here, finally…
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A fragile creation.
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But at nine, she’s only seven.
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At eighteen, she’s still sixteen.
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Her senses, seven - though never exact  
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were perfectly sculpted
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by fifty hands and others unknown
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to be away from Hue…yes, from You.
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Her domain’s one
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of those offering gold
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for less than a penny (royal tea?)  : )
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but greater than any.  
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A veil of no form nor color
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She wove for years without rest
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her be(a)st - the only piece she had
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but had never used.
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A runaway (was) “made-then”
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hungry for words -
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words buried with a million and a half (at least)
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with “jean(s)-no-side”
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Hue…yes, You
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used to hurdle horizons
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both vertical and  (what’s the other one?)
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Only to have the lady I call myself.
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But soon their tips became loud
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spoken English and French
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even Chinese (to some extent)…
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were noise to me, but a hymn to Hue.
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And failure was too cowardly
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pushing its rival upfront.
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With quite a few attempts
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Hue is out to find her – his mistress.
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While Hue calls it a struggle (not with, but for her)
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A continuous one
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His “axe-scent” lost its charm
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Finding her on a greener utopia.
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Enjoying no USe of language not native
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Paul – or “Pol” to many – offered her a Pot of gold
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On Rouge carpet welcoming
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The two-time mistress with “them (-who-cry-see)”.
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A mistress to Hue once
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a mistress to Paul in ’75.
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But twenty-four hours was enough for the latter
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To create a two-Ton(le) flood(ed) for Thom and Sap.
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As movements slowed down
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from 4:00am until 10:00pm
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Porty desires no more of any organ
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that composes infamous literatures.
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When all else was exhausted,
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again, a runaway (was) “made-then”.
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As she ignores the “Marx(ism)” of his fists
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His "poet-rate" splits her thoughts to hundreds.
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On her prolix journey, halfway through
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every 10th hour was an hour for rest.
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Her feet were dragged towards the north and west
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to find refuge on the soils she calls “Thy-land”.
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With time passing unnoticed
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natural“Vietnam-ins” nourished her again
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Wiped the dirt off, then-unused veil
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now used in Paris in ’89.
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Porty Crystal…a mistress no more
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her strength is “Ankored” yet not
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on her own (A)oral finesse
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but still on tongues of languages not hers.
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Her voice, ushered by Southwest monsoon,
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made Hue vanish leaving scribbled cries
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and caught Paul unarmed for  (heart) attack,.
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Now she can entice more…13,995,904 is her target.
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