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Precarious Migratory Spectacular by Christine Murray

The stone weighting my palm
has sprung a cathedral,
heart jumps walking in the flesh of its surpassing grace,
 
groin-vaulted and high as.
 
No bird ever escaped to soar this
high-up,
Seamless and.
 
There is no blood,
no feather,
no bone –
  
stone cannot make the bird.
 
© C. Murray

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3 Comments

  1. teenylove says

    The subtle intracacies of rhythm in this poem are mind boggling. My guess is that C. Murray plays an instrument.

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