the poem at the center of burn

the poem at the center of burn     attentive to
each edge     the prerogative of silence &
beginning of yearn     the poem as child     I
have begun the rule as gate     rule as arrow
and then the mouth of song comes to a dot     I
have begun to read the strung syllables as sentinel/
breach of grief/want of the late arrow     the
sound gate & center of burn     deep night negating I
negating the other     ax of becoming     ax of return
and bond     the voice     the poem at the center of burn

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