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[work in progress/new/random]

…and because I try to accept birth
these limbs protrude    decay

intimate time with every inch
of his ashes

is necessary

with her
body    his
body    together
the natural translation

splatter and
oral history…

when she told us
the decision to(o)
remain here

hold our breaths
between silent clues  
to(o) solve something   

standing at the ledges of buildings
we threw rocks
to enjoy the sound
of broken glass and bones

only worried
our flesh was
directly involved with something
Posted 11/01/12
This is a second try at this poem.
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