Women are not bleeding birds
and should one strike us
the wound would seep
but water
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My folly bakes stones. Don't laugh at it
When I addressed you in words as cautious as the
new moon, you invited me to your fire
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In the beginning using language was
child's play, an art of slips and promises
Not sentences alone could be true or false
From grammars we built small ships
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They take my rings from me,
but I'm left with my fingers
After prayers the sky is rolled up
and stored in big baskets
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