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How does it feel?
 Let me tell you:
Like a bottle opener
budging a cap.
I could tell you more:
a fiddling tide of speech
***
Yet, I too, have felt a certain relief, once the page has turned. I sigh and I
see.
The walls do fall
and the golden gates do come.
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Beauty can absolutely fool the majority of people.
You'll exchange letters,
and be killed by robbers.
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I am angry because
I didn't need to tell you:
My chest is a light box.
They think of themselves.
The blood oranges will give
under our knives.
We all have points of entry.
***
The martins
and the nightingales
and then
above all else
a snap of the fingers
a ringing patina
***
How were we able,
in all good conscience,
to build something so tall?
We were warned:
"Height is a blessing."
And like Babel,
we shattered.
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Take a load off.
The heart is just a pump.
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