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Back Then I've eaten handfuls of fire back to the bright sea of my first breath riding the hipbone of memory & saw a wheel of birds a bridge into the morning but that was when gold didn't burn out a man's eyes before auction blocks groaned in courtyards & nearly got the best of me that was when the spine of every ebony tree wasn't a pale woman's easy chair black earth-mother of us all crack in the bones & sombre eyes embedded like beetles in stoic heartwood seldom have I needed to shake a hornet's nest from the breastplate fire over the ground pain tears me to pieces at the pottery wheel of each dawn an antelope leaps in the heartbeat of the talking drum 65 from Copacetic ...

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