| 4-21-08 2:20PM: Chavisa Woods said...
I have grown old
with these
dead things
more living now
ancient
taking up residence
with the ordinary
Natural born....
But I know better
The silk sheet that covers
the lighted window
knows
what it was
The crow knows
no moment beyond
each breath
unlighted as it may be,
these moments of rocking
un-thought-of
unthinking
Like the continent
which knows no claiming
no exile,
no exile
like the frame,
archival,
my hands are still
raw
dark
restless,
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