and I will sing:
my first love, the word. The - yes. The
pause, the fall from one line to the next the -
structure, falling into place. Like unto off
a cliff.

it is: not for you. For:
me, my wildfire heart, this
length of lines. This stop -

no. not me. not about me, but
of me. As over that wine-dark glass. As
the begin again. As:
the voice that will not halt, and
the lingering echo that is thunder.

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