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You Will Live in Your Own Cathedral

The cathedral of sand is a storm
trickling through fingers, loose between roots,
or a single grit in the eye.

The cathedral of trees is built of mottled wings
and daubs of light on trunks or the carved
names of lovers surviving love.

The cathedral of letters trembles at the edges
of paper curling and yellowing

under the force of gravity or promises.
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