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59739	Bartlett, Elizabeth	It Takes Practice Not To Die			.txt	text/plain	12659	982	90	of this life proclaim time an end, time moves unfulfilled and blind At times words fail your Time was a place, we remember, of glass through which he came like hurtling stone caught in a shower of light that fell on hands of time and space, aware of other tides Her eyes an open darkness. a garden like the days of her truthhood--green, Cracked like their hands and cups, who knew when its seams to catch the empty hand of time, to ease the burdened heart of time, and melt through solid glass, like night. Down the dark beach I ran, I stripped; time they attacked, a day as dark as night, Trees climb a hill, lights swing My eyes opened to the sun Dark angel of the night, you come on folded wings of our love and pity, can see night's passing feet and heart and hand, what signs	./cache/59739.txt	./txt/59739.txt