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it isn’t true
that what you don’t know doesn’t hurt silence may conceal terrible assumptions uncertainties deeper than mildew in churches murkier than biblical allegories one day you tear letters and delete email messages nail all windows to your Sacré-Coeur pull out lip contours from skin and wall your own lips under fretful nails then music may turn out to be the only refuge you find by chance a misplaced mp3 and listen tardily to what made no sense before strange how I find myself on a distant shore Kundalini snake coils in sunset you step into agaves and bleed music the sky falls several semitones lower than night enclosing your heart in a lapidary poem Published in Bywords Quarterly Journal, July 2008
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