Blend

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with the hope of

blending fully with the vision

before it left, exiting from

the groin into the vast area

encapsulating the body and its

erratic rhythms.

Move like before poverty

latched on like a hoard of barnacles

to your once-smooth side, like before

the path split and the apple tree died.

Do this, but do not expect to know

the clarity held in youth

or the favours of miracles. Do it

because faith is beautiful, is

the only action necessary.

Blend in new ways, with mature seeing

and few desires,

like a bug into the dirt

or a faraway lake into a faraway sky.

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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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.First published in “East Jasmine Review, Volume 2, Issue 3”

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