Not a slightly quivering shell covering solace love anymore

Nor the sturdy come home sounding doors awake aside

Ground fallen stymied lump of grab

There here visible unto us

Growth of silence flowerlike confident bloom

Room light thickened butter weight gasps of air

Lungs confront chest mirror throat

Styrofoam plea squeaks through

Bargain snaps iceberg like off our frozen skulls

Floats by dense breath

Written June 2009

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