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One street on home
Safety under the light not what it brings
or the dark tree dark river at your feet
if you step badly pour all attention
inside a shield plaque of unknowing
and your arms grow lame wings
the dust will rise coagulate like stone
dull and hard the vacancies
his elliptical transports his pummel
rounds on you you will go down
depart your usual height and air
your old agreement pinpoint blank blame
his drive steel line of escape
no longer the level your cotton square shoulders
gutter is not excited by the stars
you bend quickly fold onto world floor
and, yes, its grit your drift now
he will open your arms your legs now
attempt extract your sky blue pocket
his teeth will close upon any words
escape or thrill take me in your arms
he will not please you have your dry breath
his mighty need his hidden tongue
you will fist pavements crush footpaths
gasp into ground roots of the trees
where it all grows and dies you carrion
you cling the diamond thought
hardens the night lithic and gleaming
your breast bone your elbow
you grip sentences hold all the words
let just one song leaf bird, the arrow
what will fly unheard that cries
he is the dog you do not play
he is the wall the hog, the pain
you do not wear out the lifted wail
he loses faith swift empty far gone
night dew and lightning shadows and spray
you spit out stones speak deeps of air
throat rattle that stings one street on home.
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Jill Jones
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