May 13, 2011

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  My lungs, my flesh, my mind are of earth,
  but there is sky inside me.
  Continuity-
  -I feel it as soon as I step into the open air,
  as if I shouldn't need to breathe.
  One breathe's capacity is too lamentable.
  How do I shed the part of me that is a slave to gravity?
  How do I let the sky in me take over
  the bones that bind and the blood that soaks me through?

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