I calculate
where the dusty road winds & breaks into an acapella
how low the fig tree can kneel against the storm
how much the blowfly grass weighs in my hand
when the red moon will outdance the sun's stripper show
by degrees & points in my x & y axis chart
But for you
I would fall
straight down
rain falling
through a crooked morning
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when the moon rises from sea in silver blaze & catches you crossing
the fragile bridge from girl to woman
when each paper you hold gives you fine bladed cuts at the same spot,
& door that you want to close keeps losing its key
when the clock refuses to move its hands when northern & southern
wind squares off in sky & you are torn which road to leap into
when i fret too much of unborn words too long
i turn off the voices around me, dive under the flood and let it run free
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