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Poetry

Discourse on the crippled God

A man swings through the open doors on crutches,\nhis long arms thick with muscle like the Christ

Poem: Alphabets

I have always believed in the alchemy of letters\n but never in their permanence.

Poem: Mold

When Noah prayed\nYou sent him a flood\nand charged him with the safety\nof all animal life.

Poem: Untitled

Yes, it’s true, I’ve lost\nThe world you gave me,\nThe blue and luminous world

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