one must enter its ether body
the musical structure of its bones
or at least behold it and revere it
and the skeleton that holds the world upright
glowing with the grace of the cursive V
one rarely sees written these days
the headless arms and shoulders
in a posture of exultation
why is there always so much drama
in poetry and in life for that matter
when you stepped off the plane
how could I not think
you were from space
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