Each Body Beautiful

Always ready to be unloosed from satin and the white bodice of clouds,
each body beautiful, its river, its sinuous logic,
its deliberate destination

towards the sun, away from exhausted deities, away from death

There I am before death and here after
the hesitation
between leaves, between

The sky is worn thin, I planned to sing

[chorus, when sung]
Twelve thousand skies
Twelve thousand nights
I should have known
I would outgrow a fascination with empty

Each Body Beautiful [#35]
© 2009 Fammerée

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Richard Fammerée

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Photograph by Susan Aurinko

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