elliot r. wolfson
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on one foot dancing

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time in tomb


there was a time
we washed the eye
to enter key
without lock
lurching
where poem
used to be
vision muted
become word
to open lock
without key
turning
love into law
in booth
we build
from memory
and conjugation


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