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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The Wall of Dew I wall the silence into my bones like a church made of wax and your girl's body stays beyond the walls a ship of moonlight left on a shore of guilt and you cross the fields white with dew like an apparition with the lightning-struck secret in your hair like kindled crystal The ripe apple in the orchard catches fire in lightning like a bell the snow of your mouth blooms in a single rare instant and the butterflies of the dream go out like bones of glass in their place the white emptiness breathes like paper and night carries its moon-wine beneath its lashes Through the meadows it is moon and it is evening and time runs backward like a river of mercury searching behind itself for its source and the evening tastes of burnt bread and of dew the moon's reasons slip away like fish from a silver net and I am left with my hands full of a sweet darkness The apple of repentance has fallen into the nameless earth and the seeded grass keeps its place like a host of angels cold dew gently roughens the silence of a strange sin the fields bend like wings of ice and I count in my palms the seeds of a parched sky The snow of your mouth blooms like a star in water and my wonder pours out like honey from a bell what use is the dream anymore in this desolation of petals only the moon washes its wounds in the glass spring and my silence tries you on like a cloak of dew
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