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Fascicles Untitled

The Printers clipped her Dash—
And caged her Breath in Chains—

Yet Time—
 its Lantern flickering—
Restores what none can name—

They pressed her Thunder flat—
But Silence wove the Wild—

One Century—betrayed—
Another—keeps the Fire—

The Raggedness they could not mend
 Fulfills her single Desire—

She would not sell her Storms—
Yet—
 Time perceives—

Dashes leap the narrow Page—
Where Songs could never bow—

Letters she sent—
To Sue—so near—
Held beyond the Press—
 In twine between the Lines—

Her Voice—untitled still—
Dwells in Quiet Rooms—
Waiting for the Lantern
 To scatter Hollows—

Ink may fade—
Fingers cut—and bend—
But jagged Breath survives
 Where Silence will not end—

Storms were never meant for Shelves—
 But for the Open Sky—