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There is no title. There is no title. The body is content. The body is window.The body is container, curtain, chair, grid. Do you see? Bones & shoulders, a spine
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There’s this cathedral in my head I keepmaking from cricket song anddying but rogue-in-spirit, still,bamboo. Not making. I keepimagining it, as if that were the same
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Of birdsongs, I know only threefor certain: cardinal, blue jay, raven,though perhaps the last twodon’t count—not as song. More callthan song. More cry, by which I mean
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