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Habeus corpus

In every step,
destruction and creation,
motion lives and something under your heel
crushes with it. In every breath,
both rise and fall.
Reflected in the mirror just now:
The flesh of stars and the ghostly
ribs of a cup of coffee.
Perspective is everything.
I have known the tar of plenty
and the gilt of starvation,
bled on the writ of happiness
to embrace it all.

30 Nov 15

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