He does not know
where it goes
but it does
it goes beneath,
it goes beneath
and behind
the fallen place.
it goes beneath
and behind
the fallen place.
the place where
loneliness goes to lay
its frozen thought
on those
on those
it tries to trap
the sack flips
from toe to heel
dragged by her shadow
dragged by her shadow
beneath the light
painting the night
painting the night
the pavement
and winters bite.
Free
her limbs
her limbs
a prayer
a poise beneath ,
beneath again
behind,
looped
noiseless practice
noiseless practice
a graceful arc
heel to heel
curved communion
curved communion
arching grace.
Do not lay,
no need to lay
conceptions
conceptions
holes
beneath
her feet
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