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Missed the Mark
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I felt I could almost run
the passage.
But the mist and
the naked days
of winter’s burning
snows
made my head heavy and
a purpose too slender to follow.
A twisted brightness came crashing
through the ghosts surrounding.
Nothing but a comforting
numb held my feet to the ground.
I thought my blood was more
than words. I thought to claim
my flesh anew.
But love shifts like coastal waters
and only the drumming tides
of error and time
can guide me now –
away.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Madness Muse Press LLC” May 2018
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