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Risen.
I have not
In the dead of night,
thought of you.
Your sudden memory does not
alter my speech.
Your laughter does not rise me
to look for you.
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For I am risen
All hours of the day
I Rise.
For you are there
beside me in the night, your memory
is intertwined in my fingers,
and your laughter.
Your laughter makes the wind of sage
and rolling hills
runs through my veins
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I have stepped on you, and you-
have pushed me up so that I may rest
before leaving the dust below me.
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But I am reaching for you
so that your laughter can grasp
me
and you can trust.
Move your hand from the white knuckled cliff
and climb beside me.
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09/19/2002

Author's Note: this isn't new- i just had to re-post itto fix the form :)

Posted on 11/18/2002
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