I am on the wall, tall up
and teetering
like one single slip
of a pin might shatter
all come pouring down
and after I would be
polished, a marveling
statue in white
no man could hang their coat on
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There is love here, in the seat of my bones
and rattling as I watch movement soar over
in cloud. There is wisdom and ancient viels
lifting, ground to be tread and left in glory.
I am here now, going soon now, here now
shedding gentle tears at nightfall and waking
too early from dreams all sick and strange.
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Outside of my body
the air is thick, current,
swimming river in run-off
and this season, April close
I am shrinking, mouth wider
wider until the Sun
is my one pole
spiraling eyes
lock on, a vision, as
Earth drains away
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