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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Jay Sheets

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[i drop a rosary of seeds]

i drop a rosary of seeds

i catch a tiny fish

i dig through pearled belly

i pillage the bones

i place flesh on unbloodied stone

i drink the light of a cold blue star

i set my wings aflame

i know my blood

there is no sin here it's long gone

it has yet to be written

i cut my name on seashells

white with flowery throats

i sing from where all good things sleep

i eclipse skylike & drink my stones

did the moon ever look at our

blue-quartz eden & wonder