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Poetry  – 

A Ritual for the Nature of Language

Linda Russo 

            drink from moss               with the moss of your tongue
                   step with steps               of snails shells cracking
            
                entangle your words               in mycelial syllables
                   
                        ink with the muds                of bones
                  
                   measure night                with the shadows of bark
                       nest with the twigs                of your thumbs
                calendar and clock. . . .

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