There are walls that
Do fall because in
That falling we are
A community without
Disposable wings
Or limbs like a mon
ster we must carry
With us everywhere
A protuberance this
Remaining which
Was never the given
ness of form or in
novation our various
complicities with the
Real a sky for your
Crying a hell for your
Song but as you also
Say birdsong some
where in between
Falling and rising in
Its different motions
We live & die by this.
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