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For Laurie

Everything

Depends

On the fall

Being utterly

Helpless

A meteor shaft

Of dead weight

Slicing through

Dreaming water

Aiming straight

At weakness

Underneath

In the stone

Destination

To vent

A wound

Desperate enough

To grip and hold

The strain

Of a pilgrim vessel

Swaying in the dark

On a surface

Where storms sleep

Lightly.

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