Unborn song

my full song has yet to be
born but it

was sung yesterday and it
will be sung

tomorrow   my first song is birthed by wood, stone and
participle   it was sung before and will again   my loud

song is silent, but silence is dawn, and it has your roots.
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The mouth saying nothing.     The air saying live and die.
The womb saying welcome, the sun saying Dare.
– Muriel Rukeyser from ‘Unborn Song’

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this cot of unsong/birthed
with revel   this

brood of a long slant of edged faith   this crime
yes

this crime teaching further buds to unburden the crime
    this cot   yes
    this cot of unsong   flame