Category: Poems
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What does thunder know
Foundations not of stone but of earth and bone and air the holy wind (breathe) not ashes here but embers restless
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Into the unknown, and find it safety
It’s an odd thing, but the best dreaming requires a basic stability And lately, see, I’m off balance My feet uneven
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Amalgam
I am an amalgam of all the women who have gone before me. The desk I sit at is no-one’s, really but Sarah once used it