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	<title>Heart</title>
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		<title>Crawling Wound from Woods</title>
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		<description>    I heard a bird  cry like a wounded dog-  feathered haunches circling  the wolf's mouth  howling a mimic's beak,  and I wondered  if it saved him.     When it comes for me,  crouching teeth,  eyes lunging shape  of running veins,  my heart's secret throat,  so carefully hidden,  dragging jaw clenched stealth  past panting fingers  hanging out tasting  my blood on wind,     my tongue eating  into dark earth making  a quiet nest of death  waiting to live  until hands uncover what is hidden,     I have one voice-   my wounding will not die,  ... more  </description>
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		<category>Loom</category>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 01:02:21 GMT</pubDate>
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		<title>Recitative</title>
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		<description>    The wind whispers,
I am a cold darkness,
you cannot keep me,
my fingers never close
but blow within locks,
an unwinding thread
of Earth's infancy,

I will gather
the fabric of seas,
and wrinkle fields,
I will breathe soft stitches
in the skin of clouds,
pulling them behind,
chariots billowing above
the beasts I quicken,

I will unrest the sleep
of your forest's peace,
my silver tongue tasting,
what hides within broken branches
of your mind,
the pulp of your heart scattered,
with splintered leaves,

I will rattle dust,
making sleeves of music,
whipping the throat of night,
making her cry for me,
so that I might console
each shadow's ear,
with my soft sympathy.  ... more  </description>
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		<category>Poetry</category>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:15:32 GMT</pubDate>
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