Site icon A Hundred Falling Veils

Four Circlings

 

 

 

this gray afternoon

we walked circles around death—

the sun came out

 

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be brave, I tell myself

until the only voice I hear—

be true

 

 

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on the wrist

of the man with hours to live

the watch tells perfect time

 

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make of my body

a bridge, now to now,

love to love, life to life

 

 

 

 

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