The Sand Hill Review http://www.sandhillreview.org 2009
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A New Uncertainty “Everything around me had burned and I was coming back…” — W.S. Merwin, from “Memory” I meet
myself everywhere the sea and sky catch hazily on some dark horizon beautiful things are dying each time we look our gaze changing and changing existence how have we come to this belief in dead
protein fingernails believe in the hard surface of walls fingertips splinter existence upon contact just
as the beast in its bony cage of ribs splays open at
mere promise something in the flesh extends beyond
complexity what cannot be seen is more important memories flowing an ideation of the unfixed
will survive our sure rending from the drop water spills into bands of universal
chanting us the long journey over falls to death never shriving us of our commitment to be here riding this circuitous painful round
bequest Meg
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