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Jun 2014
An imbecile
Knows their limitations
Often
As a cantor
Of the ancient rites.

i have
Released
No spells
In the measures
And cuffs
Of my simple suppleness.

Once  i whispered a chant
And as a result
A family
Of sparrows took
Up a  nest
In my unartful throat.

Throat singing--
My ears
No longer hear
The notes
Of the stars.
Only
My heart
Is luminous
With the beats
With the chirps
Of those beings
Who disturb our sleep
With simple sublimity,
Of inward infinities
Of words.
Andrew Rymill
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       lloyd britton, ---, Poetic T, ---, irinia and 6 others
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