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art
by Michael Hutter
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the
balance of control mechanisms
waning
Sun
drip
focus chattel
sound
the snow
melt
the bird wings
collect
souls
bare
them to branches
sing
Brigid's songs
clamor
for seed
for
need of chalice
trumpet,
sword and wand
who
are you
the
wind whispers
when
you are alone
why
have you gathered light
do
not pocket desire
if
you cannot spill
your
blood to drink
do
not pocket anything
to
carry beyond hope
for
it alone takes love
past
humanity's grasp
and
hurls it
into
lands of atonement
there is no need to bleed
so
profusely to fill
a
bank account
or
purpose a history
the whelps of hounds
are bred to track and chase
the
heavy parts of your bones
button
down your need
for
a quiet world
you
are no longer able
to
spin so fast and
out
of control
I
will give you machines
I
will give you places
to
lean your head
and
cry yourself
to
sleep
EJR
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