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Christine Paice

Jan 01 2013

1 mins

Sometimes it’s hard to say the words

better to remain nothing in nothing out

stone on stone facing the sea

and everything knotted up

and anxious deep inside and under the stone 

the stone is smooth and calm

heavy full of miracles for a brief moment

looks like it will split in two

it’s a riderless horse it’s a bird flying low

it’s nothing or someone or nothing again

out there in here somewhere deep

and calling are the words they have always

been there and always will be there

you can turn them over and over

kick at them and carry them in your arms

the gathering of stones the good luck of stones

the charming old beginnings of stones

hissing and spitting in the untold dark.

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