*It Was Always New*
And then nothing
could be lifted
no matter the muscle
or the will
The ground was all
and recollection maybe
feathered any softness
left to be imagined
Again as any number
of defeats were multiplied
times themselves now
fastened down and seen
And felt as though
no sky were ever here
for the duration
I had lived for
Sheila E. Murphy
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