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This damaged light

Jamie Cavanagh


this gated mind
no tongue can match/
reveal.

this rising blood
no heart can feign/
control.

these sullen stairs,
this endless night;
a chained dog
cries heroic memories
into a nameless age.

this damaged light
no eye can slip/
repair.

this fetid wind
no soul can halt/
escape.

this scripted fate,
these identical days;
a bird
plucks a gnat
from the air.

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