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Poetry at Sangam

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Incensed by Marc Vincenz

To narrow

           like footprints,

to be the very end

           in this quick collection

of handed down tomorrows.

           What a birth—

then, into the realm

           of the uncreated,

a space caught

           within two burgeoning worlds.

Last night he watched her

           sleeping soundlessly

and scissored the world

           with his fingers.

In the flickering light

           she let her breath seep in.

He so wanted to touch her

           and wondered

if her skin

           was real.