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Gush ambits of cells account beyond basin valley barefoot sad one breaks words from harms crush gold cordial dew salt held in walls end paper crawl to begin sung flower ground make warm grasp shadow hands translate in order to say noises which stop night nowhere burning violet interior marks attempt at continue This snap samples a longer poem - of 26 lines, if you get the drift - that I wrote and posted as 26 separate status updates yesterday on facebook. The poem's lines are another set of reworked retrievals, as I am still sorting through years of 'stuff (and there's plenty of 'dew salt' here in Sydney). These lines are the ones that people either 'liked' or commented on. I did consider posting a poem consisting of the lines no-one 'liked' or commented on, but this one seemed to work. The title is, well, the title, but specifically refers to the 21st line of the original longer poem - 'tears playing stone bathed to gush forth' - and the 26th line - 'zampillare, yes, yes, to gush forth'. No- one 'liked' those lines but I thought them worth mentioning in explanation of the title. __________________________ Jill Jones [log in to unmask] website: www.jilljones.com.au blog: rubystreet.blogspot.com