Blessed be

Blessed be

Multiplying fools

For in their math

Is treason

Damned

If they don't

Add up to sum

Ancillary reason

Tom McGlynn

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Taking the temperature

Taking the temperature

Stealing outside

In still numbers

Counts along

Divisions

Between skin

And bones

One cover

To multiple

Working parts

A machine

To crush stone

That bruises

A freeze

A thaw

A stolen thing

Given to

Extremes

Icy the level

Falling

And rising on

Occasion deep

Unchained by

Fleeting thoughts

Of wings

Tom McGlynn

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There's a slide

There's a slide

Of rocks

To jump down

A winding curb

To leap

A library stair

Or a low-set sill

To bounce off

Feet from

Inner ears

Calling out

The merry step

Just hours

Before the dance

Tom McGlynn

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When a cold

When a cold

Comes in

The earth sours

And sleeps

Sweetly turning

My roots

Are upside down

Banging and scratching

At the sky

The ribs of ridges

Feather time

That distant smoke

Arising

Needles

Under pine

Make hay

Of lines

Woven into

Blankets

Tom McGlynn

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A sheath of blue

A sheath of blue

Lighter than the sky

Fingers these

For giving

Hands

With a stingy

Touch

There is comfort

In a pale

Beyond

Neighbors can't

Solicit

Is it morning

Or death that comes in sheets

Each day getting further

Towards

Oscuro

Rolling in

A fog

Enveloping this

Lighter

Lost to deeper

Blue

Tom McGlynn

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Some body rescued

Some body rescued

This chest

Of drawers

Circling the block

Trusting that

The stooped waiting

Carcass

Would open

And fit again

To be moved

Until closed again

With days

Of ample

Garment

Tom McGlynn

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Now the cenote

Now the cenote

Retreats
Between blades

Discover a mussel

Pulled from

The wrack

Reserve

Your pooled

Exclamations

For what may be combed

Away from

These tortured

Verses

There at depth

Can you drown

A downside i

Beat! and beat!

Forget your blood

From stopping

This rock

Is softer than

You think

Tom McGlynn

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This is in part

This is in part

To hurry you

To the window

Waiting up

For a child

Returned

Once more

Returned

There will be

Others

Moving through

Each other

Takes a breath

Each time

Until that time

For staying whole

Relieves you

Of your watch

Tom McGlynn

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Walking through

Walking through

The door I built

To build another's

Yet unknown

As lunar day

Begins the week

A source of warmth

Its end to seek

Tom McGlynn

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Twist your head

Twist your head

Inside this box

Just so framed

To fill your

Empty heart

Bend your frame

To crowd this

Childish bed

Outgrown

In an orphan

Age

Take a load off

Unlimber

Untasked by longing

Or the comfort

Of fitting in

By forgetting

Your shape

To shift

Tom McGlynn

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