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Into the swing of words
The cadence
The dip and bend and rush
Of the thing
The slowing, as if when truth
Itself settles on the tongue
You have no choice but
To savor, mull it over
Momentarily
In your mind
On your tongue
And then past the lips
Fluttering into the sky
Settling dovelike
On shoulders
Or the stone
The flesh of a waking heart

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