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Feb 2021
His is a cross
born of a pivot
and throw of the hip
like a dancer or
a mother lifting
her child.

Less like Christ
even in faith,
with violent intention
taking the space
of the walking prayer.

These are the arms
that fall upon bone
and through confidence;
same that shelter
their author from
those angles
he ravages.
Written by
Patrick Aguilar
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