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Annie guthrie

Annie Guthrie




From: the good dark

 

 

 

 

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and the others fussing, burying the sound

they too are waiting      

                                                            c      a          w

the con the cave

that begs an entrance

 

closes up over

 

the unsolveable echo

the pitch to capture


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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what abyss our skinny body

 

& from wonder springs

 

collecting edges

of selves in laws

 

(thought skipping rocks)

 

mind the road

that rounds the banks,

 

keeps out pebblers


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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put too many coins in gd 

it doesn’t play, and

 

then, if, still, or even

unplucked from the hook, and hung .

 

get me down, I’m upside down

trying the will,

 

riding it:

 

bones tell too much of life

to skin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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behind all faces all bone.

saw in one moment an eye open

enough to soften my gaze.  in there, dare

 

weigh nothing.

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

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belief in nothing collecting.

the lateness of hours,

 

sun in sea setting

light as face.  reflecting,

 

I counted truth for my life, recanted,

finding a sameness in things.

 

the body took the blame

for the deeds of the mind.

 

it was this kind of human