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2011/05/18

no one






No one swoons the way you do
As the full moon fattens its celibate roof 


She does it with the woof 
telling the ceiling its 



half-way to heaven back from the moon
recalling its unexpected grace and
   
  
a quarter of the way 
her hands feel mile after 
mile the way her feet hold on



the face of conviction






         

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the force of conviction
night a secret whip
the care

tender hands
paning the hour
its rough discontent

little tidbits of tyrants and trying
sense gathered to pronounce geese 

continuing spring