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clumsy tools
words are just the clumsy tools we use to get at the truth
Monday, January 1, 1990
amerslan
- for rebecca bremner
as you make each sign
birds of human flesh
fly from the end of your wrist.
they flutter inside our ears
telling us
that as we fly
our wings become unbroken.
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