Beneath the Cathedral
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a cold star sinks
no-one wishes upon it
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in the pocket of her apron
a stone from the buried city
a stone once a sun
ripped from its socket
a stone from temple steps
to serve as steeple
a stone is a seed
is a song, a stone
to remember to forget
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here and here
the ground remembers
the last of this language
knotted red
coils
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the altar of flowers
those stars of thought
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