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Constancy I
Before a battle,

grow inwards, like root and rock:

shed eyes, ears; shed words.

Let us speak, your skin to mine.

Touch alone scores memory.








Touch alone will survive
Time

 
Poet's Note: Excerpted from the prologue of Until the Lions, a reworking of the Mahabharata in verse.