batter my heart awake and
make the future real to me--
tomorrow's ghost scrapes ahead of this wind
gaspingrappling
telling stories about death and the sea-
tempered steel to test it.
skeletal plates snapped up an angel
and it takes this twist to scour
with hands a breath from this stone,
though you were always self-taught
and this came on natural(asifly;
the never travelled breath
fountains and
the notes flick air across
deserts--echo towards home.
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