I was
Supposed to tamp down these
Words
Hold a few men
And ideas
Hostage
What I did
Was become
Benumbed
Dumb
Struck in your reckoning
Holding my ear
To your ground
This swelling birdbath of light
The waiting room inside loosens its love
I figured what you had
Was not mine
-Patricia Gott
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