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Necessary Losses
the shaking and the tearing of my heart
had pushed me to a cliff where I could stand
sharp pruning and soft shedding raised to art
the morning broke, and through this fragile start
I saw a footprint sucking into sand
the shaking and the tearing of my heart
release the bronco from its rusted cart
to stomp his hooves and bolt across the land
sharp pruning and soft shedding raised to art
the sins of cool omission flake apart
obsidian within the knapper’s hands
the shaking and the tearing of my heart
the dissonance of chords within my chart:
no symphony I ever could have planned
sharp pruning and soft shedding raised to art
recanting vows that I’d resist the dart
I find hope tucked within like contraband
the shaking and the tearing of my heart
sharp pruning and soft shedding raised to art
KEB
July 8, 2004 | 
