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on one foot dancing

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festivity


lift thy goblet
to pretense
and habit
rising like incense
in nostril of christ
stretched betwixt
vision and touch
clutching death
with nothing to clutch
but clutch of death
ripping time
into shadow
and depth
peering down
riverbridge
already breached
underground

pentecost eve
22 may 2007


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