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Sounds fall deep in the belly A hole in the belly Wreathed by the sun's orbits The moon as it is, motionless as though devoured Eyes growing rounder until they see another moon A moon The shape of a bead on a stranger's forehead

Sounds fall They rattle in the belly Time weds the stranger's intentions and Leaves

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They sit with incomplete books and psalms With a grip of what they do not know With an amulet the shape of a place These are similar-different things Mysteries in the clarity of mind Clear, sometimes, in their absence They say: Clear, do not be Nor be time by the sword A heart is for the stranger God, find time, never find it Drag it in full time If You enter
