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Posted to Action Poetry

you can write poetry,
scrawl your innermost truths
on lines,
patter away on sterile keys
and hope for an
immaculate conception
of heat on ice.

or you can breathe poetry,
stir it up from the dust
of hollow bones and
three year old wishes.

push the pen
with your lungs.
come to the paper with
your eyelids and knees and jawbone.
see yourself as
infinate in your dismal mortality.
see all of your body as a womb,
and we're mary
(mother of grace)