Saturday, December 20, 2008

To John and Taylor

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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