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1. Our Bones
6.  This World I've Wed

To wholly breathe and speak this world I’ve wed,
this world I’ve wed must be enough, its towns
and cities built—no comfort here—a shed
must be enough, its miles of streets, the ground
and sky must be enough, the sun, a run
of years to play, must be enough, the time
that’s left must be enough, the past is done
but in our veins and running blind, and I
must be enough, my words, if I’m to speak,
my words must be enough, and I, to love,
must be enough, enough to think, to breath,
my body and my blood, it all must be enough.
And if this world is not enough, what then?
Because I do not think this world will bend.
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