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Let's congregate under this steeple
Assembled over the continuity of form
Another weekly tryst,
A strange nexus of sorts

But from my third floor tenement
When rain drums the streetcars
and sidewalks, fills the gullies
I sit and contemplate our fate

Who are you, sleeping
On the couch below?
A sister, a mother, a lover?
Every woman rolled into one?

There is comfort in this blurry window,
This warm hand,
The slow rotation of our sphere
On its own tiny self


from Everything Changes, released April 10, 2012



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