her ears, lots work better, put them everywhere all together.
she knows the names, and she can read them. she can yours.
she dreams, but cannot understand, but waits for the human language--
waits to read the living book, to translate the light;
waits to breathe in all the warmth of the earth
with open mouths under the world,
little candles to light the whole world, the inside of it, all light,
to turn the heavens asunder, leave us looking up under
and find the dead were gone the way they thought after all,
and she waits to ask us, do we want to get there first
ask us every one, the one day of judgement,
to hand over her birthright.
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