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Book Review for Arrhythmia:

Subterranean Blue Poetry

Volume II Issue VI


i.

The forest breathes north
for a thousand miles

a slow, deep exhale
of patient resuscitation

We fill our lungs
saturate each pulse


ii.

What's left
or can't be left behind

The arrhythmia carried

not fatal

but a permament flaw

In my dreams
she cuts through the waves

with Olympian sureness and strength

I stumble upon the shore




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