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photo
by Ed Hebert
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Isis
and the drunken esophagus
with
a musical interlude
I
am trawling thoughts
trying
to catch my soul
in
ambergris with nets
of
surgical steel
embalming
tools
I
am palming the walls
printing
tickets to despair
one
act playing
alms
for the poor
arms
out for more
I
am full hands tied
ancient
stones
hole
carved eyes
a
perspective
relentlessly
shaped
by
water
eons
inside DNA
drilled
graves
in
the rain
every
moment
of
my life
caught
between
this,
that
and
every
other
distraction
tonight
is a
falsetto
dagger
wind
and strings
stretching
silver shadows
over
a whisper coat of snow
this
is the last oracle
of
Winter
it
is waiting
to
be asked
an
immutable
question
this Moon is
cast
metal
possibility
is
skin
for pain
glass
frame views
from
here, more
than
empty
is
just renewal
this
Moon
makes
me
smell
why
music
hungers
for
Dawn
wading
through
a dark thirst
my humanity
wants to throw
broken
eggshells
back
to the garden
EJR
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