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		<title>The Confession</title>
		<description>Each ecstasy I carry aims toward the clarity
of heaven. Light by light Hellenic stars —  
ignite between the rivers. Old parent stones

slip shoulders. Rise & fall & rise beyond
the place, I tried alone to let alone, even
inch by inch, then faced bringing back

to attention. The grounding here & now,
day ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/11/the-confession/</link>
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		<title>on the way from here to there</title>
		<description>Time & again there’s tomorrow. A moment
grows, surrenders. Dawn takes the hillside, rise.
What can not be fathomed becomes
every which way far & wide. Familiar land,
the birdsong, crows, the body known, a morning.

Children stir to liveliness as others sleep on soundly.
Men stumble from doors & go missing, move
toward futures, unknown. Time ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/11/on-the-way-from-here-to-there/</link>
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		<title>shore</title>
		<description>You can blow out a candle
But you can't blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to catch
The wind will blow it higher
Oh Biko, Biko, because Biko
Yihla Moja, Yihla Moja
-The man is dead
And the eyes of the world are
watching now
watching now
           ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/11/shore/</link>
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		<title>adrift on the cold — kiss of tides</title>
		<description>I. AS IT IS
his hooves
have ground the sand before
to steed the vestal beach
as always it seems, Evangeline
& now once more—because
Usiku rained hunger in bowls
too full for her Afrikan waves.
II. AS IT WERE
how similar now is today,
how similar then are the winds.
always that damnable
        ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/11/adrift-on-the-cold-%e2%80%94-kiss-of-tides/</link>
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		<title>while gathering the canyon</title>
		<description> It does not herald, no
                   instead—
                       it waits—
  ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/11/while-gathering-the-canyon/</link>
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		<title>the scheduled remembrance</title>
		<description>In the room for minds
they speak of love and peace.
We stand removed, against the back
wall, waiting,
impatient for the choir.

They sing of hope and glory,
anesthetizing violence,
dressed up in black and white.

We must hold our tongues
between the explanations,
rise up, sit down, rise up
in orchestrated rows.

The older ones go first,
equipped with metaphors.
Then come ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/10/the-scheduled-remembrance/</link>
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		<title>dreamer</title>
		<description>precious, I have carried safe,
the salt of your renaissance mouth
white within red velvet

pocketed bright flowers  
grown weightless on your tongue
less careful and without
remorse these eyes have seen

I could tithe in this delta
a moment behind
though advantaged as air
heavy sea

your sister sun, the yellow moon
has brought up a rainbow
too distant

but whisper ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/10/dreamer/</link>
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		<title>artifacts</title>
		<description>flower
we are beautiful  

you with your circular ever
I within this curve of breath

both of us sound miracles
bone and eventual clay
destined for internment

one more innumerable root
voiceless once forgotten
among the screaming trees </description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/10/artifacts/</link>
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		<title>the oddity of surfacing</title>
		<description>Into your eyes they forged the misconception
You would be something more if you listened. Taught
Servility instead of self discovery
And its rashness to bring forth acquaintance
In an instant. It's not the nonexistent truth
But the laborious awakening
Expression. And if we contradict too much
One of us will ramble off, the cautious interchange
Of learning, ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/10/the-oddity-of-surfacing/</link>
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		<title>where we go around</title>
		<description>How odd to have faith in a circle
Open enough to uncrowd us.
Impatient, this thing we inhabit.
The steady going onward, a magnitude and general
Thought comes across no homeland.
When I step to the start of it all
I might find you and stretch out
The little of me that is strong
Toward winding up. In ...</description>
		<link>http://rarelyunusual.com/blog/2008/11/09/where-we-go-around/</link>
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