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I Build This House, This River Alone



Blossom me out, calling me
From the silence of the unreachable regions,
And of my territorial heart.



It is a terrible beauty, a stone tossed
In a rippling circle, then a beat, one
Then another, until my breathing

Is no longer razored, jagged,

But like a courageous strong wind

Able to move and be moved.    


Silence! Listen! Beat and breathe and breathe again.

Piece by piece and stone to stone, I build this river, this heart,
This house alone.

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