Above the tumult
into the smoke-thin, floated
a sudden rush of wind
at once a veil lifted
the whole world started churning
then, in dusty well-worn pages
still buried
the origins of knowing
Look away
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Once daily, now a weekly posting of found text poems from books in my studio! Selected words on a page of text announce themselves as a poem! Hope you enjoy them! Please visit my other blog, with a daily posting each weekday, at http://www.missouribendstudio.blogspot.com
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