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Vision And Prayer

                    Who
                  Are  you
                Who is born
              In the next room
            So  loud  to  my own
        That I can hear the womb
      Opening  and  the  dark  run
  Over the ghost and the dropped son
Behind the wall thin as a wren's bone?
  In the birth  bloody room unknown
    To the  burn and  turn of time
      And the heart print of man
            Bows  no  baptism
              But dark  alone
                Blessing on
                  The wild
                    Child.

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