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little did I know
little did I know
this way then would be familiar
without all the wanting
I've tried to
listen for the ending
my ear up hard
against a perfect spiral shell
in that stochastic twist of sound
my name bounces down
a hollow staircase infinite
and round
dancing with delusion
I'm not sure where I begin
is the beginning
or what I'm falling off from
bloodied but still breathing
hold me up and tell me
I am blinded by precision
what gifts have I forgotten
whose sorrow is forgiven
Copyright ©
Paul Trimble
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