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November 13, 2014 § 5 Comments

 

 

glacier melting

Write what only you can write about. Write fire. Write glass. Write to release the angel in the marble. Write what can’t be stolen. Write as if no one really knows the definition of art. Write to set the tiniest feeling free. Write as if you remember everything. Write adrift on a raft you made when you were ten. Write glaciers melting, common ground and women’s bodies. Write spare as a nun’s cell. Write staring it down. Write smell remembered. Write immature eagle shriek. Write blood. Write touch of water. Write as if no one can tear you down. Write no holds barred. Write collapse and defeat and nothing more to say. Write violent collide. Write around the bend. Write foaming at the mouth. Write hard to swallow. Write as if you remember nothing. Write unearthed mission. Write restless ghost. Write child. Write faintest trace of beauty. Write stages of holy. Write until your breath changes.

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