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I relit my chest— the fractured light spinning—red! a dusting thread of flowers settled among the churn. Robin’s eggs—embers fall before—split! wide open— a rush— noise like trees burning, ending—then dreaming of uncovered wells.
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The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
— Robert Frost, stanza “To Earthward”