Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsSpring 2011 v10n1
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MALACHI BLACK

Matins

The floating endlessly again:
the glowing and the growing back
again as I am as I can and I can stand.
I understand.
                          Though I am fashioned
in the haggard image of a man,
I am an atom of the aperture.

I am as a nerve inside a gland.

I understand. Though I am fashioned
as I am, I am a perch for the eternal
and a purse for what it lends.
I understand.
                          Though flakes of fire
overwhelm the fallen snow, though ice
caps melt, though oceans freeze or overflow,
somehow I am sturdier, more sure.  end


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