Anna
...dedicated to the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova.
Her cranium, its bumps and hollows,
cradles secrets stored beneath,
neurons firing, never tiring
of their journeys to belief.
Thin vibrations mold, embolden,
prophecies, cunabula
suffuse the soul, engage the spirit
of the tortured Akhmatova.
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