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from “Apprentice”

Archetype may be just a trinket—
I see my heart in a snail
all our big and little gods
fashioned from fear

I am only a cell
divining heat how
animals suffer in theatres—

we propagate under a cedron tree
each stone microbe
tunneling selves
in singular intimacy

Posted 07/28/11
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