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24.8.05
29.
You who think I find words for everything
this is enough for now
cut it short.......cut loose from my words
You for whom I write this
in the night hours when the wrecked cartilage
sifts round the mystical jointure of the bones
when the insect of detritus crawls
from shoulder to elbow to wristbone
remember:.......the body's pain and the pain on the streets
are not the same.......but you can learn
from the edges that blur.......O you who love clear edges
more than anything.......watch the edges that blur
You who think I find words for everything
this is enough for now
cut it short.......cut loose from my words
You for whom I write this
in the night hours when the wrecked cartilage
sifts round the mystical jointure of the bones
when the insect of detritus crawls
from shoulder to elbow to wristbone
remember:.......the body's pain and the pain on the streets
are not the same.......but you can learn
from the edges that blur.......O you who love clear edges
more than anything.......watch the edges that blur
{ «Contradictions: Tracking Poems» (n.º 29) in Adrienne Rich, Your Native Land, Your Life, New York: W. W.Norton & Company, 1986, 111}
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