The universe is bruised
Big arguments have held
Their sway
Waking wounded
Matter
Palmed in womb
Of expectant
Space
Feels the push
Resenting harbor
Contracting
Muscle
For raising dust
On windless points
And fiery bays
Kiting and swimming
Angry idylls
Contained of black
And blue
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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