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Treading Water

Allison Grayhurst

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Treading Water

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I hear the wild birds

sing beneath my skin.

Too many bitten souls,

walking by, bursting

with anguish.

The moonlight

is an avalanche, pouring

through the darkness: a dry ocean

inside the clouds.

Life is so generous

with its gifts, but these hands

like razors slaughter the sky

with world-worn

concerns.

 

Bare feet on grass,

feels only the stones.

 

Who craves the perished sun? Do I?

Do I love for nothing but death?

 

To be blinded by ecstasy,

to feel the tears of wonder flow

to hunt for the colossal Self . . .

 

I walk through the dust-ridden morn.

The wind splits my shell:

It enters. It knows

 

everything.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Chicago Record Magazine” June 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/how-sky-came-when-i-was-grainof-sand-i.html

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/06/

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