OUTLASTING MOTHS
6/17/2005
Your Name
I spoke your name,
again, I spoke
your name...
smoke rises
from the stacks
of houses
in the city
into the eyes
of God, the lungs
of your nation,
the sound
of your name
exhaled into sky...
always,
escaping me.
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