we learn
with mouth
teeth tongue
the way
it’s done
always we
are touching
the ice
smoke mirrors
swallowing
trying to
digest
the hopelessness
praying to
the sun
statues, gods
of our
fathers
all the
stones falling
from mountain
tops
i’ve got one
and it’s
you
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