Poem by Robin Wyatt Dunn
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give me the weight for the river
under the river tomb
I’ll wash the stones with my fevers
ten thousand times
enough to find the
entryway to the sky
in part and keeping bent under turn and bay the arm and straight shine’s dark leap
I’ll wait to find the day
no matter where
no matter whose
I’ll take it as mine
what is it creeping under my toes
in the embrace of the hour
terrible deeds
thundering above.
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Beautiful poem. An air of mysticism!