The Language

The Language

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field
of black sheep
who know
Church Latin
a shipyard
of vessels
all named Sentence
a tangle of words
in a basket
of laundry
a night
like no other
blackbirds falling
like endings
a gift
unrecognized
by grace
a barrel
only a barrel
at the Stoics’ Hotel
they stay for years
getting lost
in the language

 

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