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Alternate Lyrics To A Blackout 
The expanse of her hands
Would remind ornithologists
Of cormorants or the albatross
Great diving things that
Move through air and
Water with
Deceptively equal ease.
Wiping the last steam from the
Bathroom mirror or
Fishing a cup from a filled sink:
How easily this avian aspect confuses even
Her sometimes
Outside in the garden
On the eve of a
Thieving weather
Lashing down the berries
Binding them tight to the stalk.
Some things will be lost soon�
Precious things.
All of the books are struck open
As she breathes to speak
In the feathery almost lift of wind�
Two words:
One to fill the hand,
And one to ride the mouth.
It's unwholesome, this rain;
The fat moon crash of it.
Cloistered daughters rifle the house for supplies
And outside, the pole burning.
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