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They will rasp
like some
dying in bed--
and choose motion and pause
like divining shells. You
will foot through the dusk's wing
of purple pines, and eye
the white flares of tails:
Here, free a tangled song
for all impermanence.
At this moment,
a maple leaf might discover the current--
loop fiery,
a sudden sacrament.
You mount each of these shed
scales on your wall as a memorial--
devotion
in dessicated veins
and collapsing boxes
of general cells--
as the body twists back--
as the body gestures to recollect
what was, and will be, forgotten.
Adam Lavitt is a poet and student who lives in Jerusalem.
Image: Joel Isaacson
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