Dying's what you do
When you're very old-
Or else, when you're yet young,
With a body growing cold.
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The lighthouse keeper and his son, one day
Were out on the rocks, by a blue-water bay
As the sea, their bare feet was laving,
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We journeyed to Chichen Itza
To see the fabled city
Alone, I walked to the cenote
I remember I heard him say
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Try to sleep,
and then try to dream, even-
Even though your tongue
blocks your throat,
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Helen Keller had a recurring dream,
That she described as the sensation
That something heavy had fallen in the dark,
Shaking the ground beside her.
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We can live in a paisley world,
Of colors, all mixed up in swirls.
We can hide in the subterfuge,
Blend in with the curling hues.
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Come to Jesus,
He plaintive waits,
Big as life
To surround the world.
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Butterfly in a cage,
Bruising your wings on the bars:
Butterfly, just stand back
Until you can see how far
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The faithful’s heaven urges
Their eyes to skies, up-turning,
And quiet streets of oblivion
Swell rising-tide rebellion.
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I'm shipwrecked wood and plaster,
Wormy statues of maritime disaster,
Chained-shut gates forever after,
Molded louvers closely cloistered.
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