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Belly and Teeth
Sooner or later we all end up
in the belly of the whale.
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An Answer in Sonnet
‘Tis Silence moves its fingers 'cross my skin;
it searches, tenuous and then precise,
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Under the Covers
Through the night’s silent fog, drifting
at the stem of the islands.
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Sometimes Silence Will Try to Eat You Whole—Let It; This Is the Lion’s Jaw
Too cold to stand outside, but I am
back of Jasper again, I need the air,