MORANO
I, in want of cage and
broken, stumble,crassly
different, towards a
solvent piece of
never-ending light.
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Now fade all those small
traces of what before
has capped my head. I
am alone in such a laughter
and delight, and - quick to
show - the solemn twist of
tight discord; the knot-wrist,
the tamed face, and, utmost,
the quick-muscled little bird:
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Which falls to fires too soon
flying to recall the feather,
faithless, singed, yet flying
with a faith all the same.
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I wish I had a line to keep, a
walnut-spray of silky gloss
walking blindly ever on. I
wish that I could cover all
the wild extremes, yet, as
tightly to a toehold, become
what my eyes see.
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I, tired, lean to turn and fall,
yet slowly, and as surely as a
force, still twist to rise anew.
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