from its beginning
the fragile waves
dispersing splinters
in the glad light
soaked springtime overcoming
one wood grain
and ripples all.
I know the rain's shelter
curves of tar and rail
lit ranks of rising floors
soaring from a blasted swamp.
And under the mudwasp nests
pursed liplike on concrete
clutched with a pen
by a hand of thorns
I rise up
and launch my bloodied remainder.
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