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The Fear Of Burial

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In the empty field, in the morning,
the body waits to be claimed.
The spirit sits beside it, on a small rock--
nothing comes to give it form again.

Think of the body's loneliness.
At night pacing the sheared field,
its shadow buckled tightly around.
Such a long journey.

And already the remote, trembling lights of the village
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P A Noushad 15 October 2020

Introspective: Ionliness, death, life, dreams: all I feel here Louise Gluck.

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M Asim Nehal 10 October 2020

Painful truth: Think of the body's loneliness. At night pacing the sheared field, its shadow buckled tightly around. Such a long journey.

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Colleen Courtney 14 May 2014

Enjoyed this introspective read!

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