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Call For The Hour to Clear

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            I chose this

lonely year.

Chose to thirst

for the curved

rainbow lights

& you, who warms

my back with the weight

of innocence.

            There is a lineage joining

our hunger & our fears,

swaying on dream-spun fingertips.

            A thousand thoughts – lame

like twilight is

from stopping the night.

Thoughts that tilt

like antlers to the heaven’s

great smoke.

But you know

what I am waiting for. Words.

Words that are bone-real like conviction,

words to swallow me into

your thin arms.

That say – it is not dust

this long love. That tomorrow

will be unrelenting,

moving with fierce design

to overthrow the dark angels.

            The clock must burst.

            The hesitation too,

where even kisses

are pledged

anonymous.

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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The New Quarterly”  1993

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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.

“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.

“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.

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