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To un-

become or scream or drown or dread, to if, to crown

a wear of heads upon my thorns, to then and when and yes and please

and love, or how a spoon can shine and drive a moon insane,

explain: upon my breath I have no ice in mind, nor stab or beat

or leave an ant or ghost behind, to hold and braid and brace

and lift a face, a sigh, if dive is rise and lies a poor disguise.

A gift should kiss its horse upon the mouth: I troth to shrug

and run and dream and lash myself unto my past,

to walk as if my muddle is a map that looks to me

to lead it home, to sing an edge upon a steel that cuts a split

into a join, if one is math and hole is whole, if I am fall and fear

and skies, if you will stand before a door hewn into air and time,

and thrive, and knock, I will wear my heart upon my eyes