Dec 05, 2008 21:19
She was a thousand times
more a poet
than you.
She had syllables
filling heart chambers
metaphors
fused
to cardiac tissue
She had rhythm
from atrium
to ventricle
She had twilight
in deep hollow lungs
constellations
contained by breath
and bone
Alveoli
shuddering
wondering
at each inhale
what would come
next.
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