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speaking of evolution

my fingers recede 
leaving thier 
invisible history 
across the fall 
of your lower back
i get tangled in the hollow 
and trip on the rise 

star clusters like pin pricks
or one thousand blinking eyes
forge feathers where bone once cried 
speaking of evolution.

Posted 10/17/11
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