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Allison Grayhurst Reads
End of ReasonI hear the echo of instability slide
through the corridors like a plague that just missed. I hear the song and flip like a flock of tiny birds, upside down, bellies flat against the sky. I feel soiled by layers of complexity, needing to feel again protection, the stroke of a cool summer on my lips, needing a puppy left at my door. I know the sun will rise on my twisted frame. I know a red petal thrown into a pale blue sky. I know more than a parched mouth, more than brick painted over or prison bars dipped in rainbow hues. I know of tongues basted in trembling glory, my purpose - core, settled and pure. |
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