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Wednesday, October 2, 2013

10-2-2013

In the end
you will own all rivers,
so
you will own
my drowning;

And those pines
uprooted for it
that widen the banks
and polish my bones.

I asked of you
all that I'd been
commanded to ask.

I waited, knifeless,
in all that dark.

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