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| stella brice |  | 1. OLD WOMAN IN A CHAOS OF WINGS This sky pours out dark gold drama. It pours out Japanese moon-god-mouth. It's pouring light & it cannot stop. It blatantly harbors the arms of trees sagging with entrailed birds Bearing signal & message without end. I shudder to remember how often I forget. Look up old woman I remind myself. Old woman I say Look up. | |
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