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Audacity of the Lower Gods I know salt marshes that move along like one big trembling wing. I've noticed insects shiny as gold in a blues singer's teeth & more keenly calibrated than a railroad watch, but at heart I'm another breed. The audacity of the lower godswhatever we name we own. Diversiloba, we say, unfolding poison oak. Lovers go untouched as we lean from bay windows with telescopes trained on a yellow sky. I'd rather let the flowers keep doing what they do best. Unblessing each petal, letting go a year's worth of white death notes, busily unnaming themselves. L05 from I Apologize for the Eyes in My Head ...

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