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10.22.2006
The Secret Page
The missing book (the weeping hour)thorned into the hands that find it- a page, the sound of sighing, the color of a stone, with shriveled skin of human kindness; tender, somber words that speak of homeand how we might, at last, reside there. Here, the shape of lifebecomes a window where all things, kept secret loosen, rise and spill; transforms the dark, misshapen forms of violenceinto a single, precious prayer.
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thanks,
neon
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