Simon Perchik
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You still use rain, breathe in
till your mouth is full
-you can’t jump clear, grow huge
on a sky that has no holes, no Earth
-what did you say, what words
were helped along, holding on to the others
all the way down, facing the sun
though who know where this thirst
first as ashes, now your own
is kept warm for the whispers
not needed anymore – only rain
as necessary as bending down
comes this close and your voice
more and more feeble, bathes you
lowers you, covers you.
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