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Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Act of Light

by Austin McCarron

Believe me, that’s all I know,
the crime of beards,
through visions
and bowing to the scheme of trains.

Guides appear and the rain is blind.

All night I follow the line, past buildings
and huts,
barns of time,
where giant haystacks of ice blue veins
bleed like types of air.
I beseech the act of light,
on the ground, hiding the birth of voices.

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