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33 Time and Time Again in the days before your birth your heart beat out some worry in our two rooms above two tiŋmiaġruat perpetually atop the rooftop opposite those ravens unstilled a strange cluster of birches’ black dendritic branches in my narrow recollection we lost sight of land altogether through failure to keep the shore we labored across the open water kept to method of nothing but counting stars perhaps my fingers I allowed to drop into the sea her vaticination of a child to be born without hands a lapse as she also thought me made of wood 34 when the light returns it will be something like a spring the source of a stream the slit cave at the breast of the island oh to rip apart the world ...

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