In Franz Wright's Teeth by Cheryl Lynn Moyer

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In Franz Wright's Teeth

In this hour between
the wolf and the dog
again I am reading

your spaces.

Where you bubble up
between the dark matter
encased in your

wordless worlds.

Here I am holding back
the collapsing hole
in me
about to burst

all my singularities.

Time howls then
spits us out.

Cheryl Lynn Moyer

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THE LAST REMNANT OF SANITY BIDS YOU ADIEU (8/18/2007 4:51:00 PM)
You are a remarkably talented poet, Cheryl. Most people come here because they want to 'meet' people. That's fun...and funny, too. There is a tiny fraction that comes here because they love language and because they are aware of their inherent talent, and want to improve, fine tune, be the best they can; you are an inspiration to all of us. Thanks for sharing.


Cheryl Lynn Moyer (April 4th,1953 / Montgomery, AL)