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Paralysis brothers sleep.
If they can say he’s been asleep
then I can pray he dreams:
The steel field of a sea
on the moon, where we speak
in the silent language
brothers know: See us
stone-skipping, not boys,
but men. Long lives
going on, into the absence
of gravity: You float to me,
laughing. I skip a stone
just right, and it goes on
and it goes on infinitely.
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