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#100
Sequin-ring,dancing,the erstwhile tapir-beakedsmile upon your backstumbled outof adolescenceand into exile,before Corinth,in the quiet,before the dawn Meridian,listing,shaved away the burlapedges of shame,between gasping breaths,through theaxiomatic peaks and valleysof irony,wrung out,before Corinth,in the quietbefore the dawn
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#99
Sunflowerin the wind,the penitent soulbefore Babel,cast its voicebefore the breathof all things you,aphonic,your worksstripped bare,saw your nature reflectedin the well He,having spoke the firstverse, understandsbetter than youthe value ofa word,offered up,faithfully
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#98
Sickle-stepdeafened,crawling upward,through the dusk-shoals,beyond the sable stair,again to the foot of light you,seeking somethinggreater than yourself,lay out your idealupon the alter, perhapsin timeyou too may hear thevoice of God
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#97
Hollow-eyea generation,lost between the lines,claimed nothingness,a raven atop thelamppost we,who came before,at the cusp, complicit,wanting more thanthe transient echos ofSumerplundered our own exile, You, beneath the twilight-sunon the riverbed,scraping the bottomof the Euphrates,stained as before,with their sorrow
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#96
ink-sworn,your flesh,an anchorweighed down,avails itself ofyesterday, skull-crownhastening,we, delving inwardsfind ourselves againbefore the gates of Babylon Permanence,passing,rattles out,through the shallows,in the twilight,from your windpipe
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#95
Red-sky,falling, thethunder-clap flashingheralds the storm Hazel-eye,walking,you, coming into yourselfhave yet to fully comprehendthe tempestuousnature of your quicksilversoul dust-spoken,stuttering,those secrets ofthe heart,whispering,gather once again,beneath the raindropsbeneath the eave
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#94
Way-finderturned away,your heart, a paradox,carves out its own way our story, evanescent,began upon the bluffs,above the bay,beneath the waves, When, at last,even those words whichspilled up ceaselessly refuse themselves a page,what else remains butto cast our fate upwards,at the close,reimagined
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#93
the world beneathus tremblesshaken free fromwhat it is was meantto beour death-knealechos down,drawn out,past ourselvesa muddy fatetwice inherited,the Sumerian songplayed in circlesin the bones
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#92
Dream-catcherwashed away,the glass-blown spiralbetween our toeskeeps vigil,fragments of misplacedmemoryworn smooth,andlost betweengrains ofsand
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#91
Grief-feather,your failures, compounding,fracture a patchwork star the gentle heart,in company, insufficientfinds itself misshapen,condemnation from within,a constellation,heaven-ward you,having broke from yourselffind yourself again,in the dust,out of touch,captured betweenlove and desire
