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The Sun | Beneath the Cathedral

1 May 2014

The Sun






The Sun

we make ourselves
stories bright as fire
from teeth and stone and
feather

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‘in all poetry a word is like a sun’ – ernest fenollosa
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it starts with sound
a seed
a stone
cast into carbon
chance












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