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the pedestal of the sphinx

how  far back  into new grass must we push
our heads  in order to read the black letters
impressed on the sky.  more. I can decipher
a  stuttering   m   without  crying.  I can hear
the creak   as the screen  door opens   on an
amphibian    mind.   icy   water   floods    my
mouth   for  the  first  time   since autumn. I
burrow my nose   in stones.  thus I am  only
privy to the last act of the negotiation. but I
will   say this  —  I  have  not  smelled    such
greed  since  before  the mountain   burned.
Posted 07/30/12
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