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she said i don't feel storms anymore i just felt sad.
no punctuation for dog day afternoons, nothing to wash
the bad blood away. no all-consuming sound and fury,
no glimpse of god in the lightning, no electric air for lungs.
how does she hear the primal songs get sung?
the pulsing ancient anthems that unearth the
faith she buried so long ago?
i don't know.