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Jul 2012
how soft the clouds
that touch my feet
as I search for Ignis

in the rotting leaves

how cold the soil
against the walls of my lungs
as I dig for Ignis

and the Sun

how tight the girdle
around my waist
of roots and earthworm ribbons
as I dig for Ignis


how heavy the dirt
that clings and crushes
skeletal ribs, fingers
clawing clumps and crusts
as I dig for Ignis

in the rust

how fine the bone meal
that dissolves in droplets
of sweat in aquifer
as I seep to Ignis

and breathing
Christine Ueri
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Christine Ueri
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