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Hymn #5 The evening comes, a soft moan in the crook of the The air is heavy with the breath of God, a thick fog Come closer. Like we might know each other What are we made for if not this? The clemency of The dance is our first tongue spoken. Your hips are If life has taught me one thing, Heaven is a small headlights through the blinds. God is in the moment Hymn #23 In the fever, I dream her shape out the window. unbuttoned and her ribs sing. There are old world I would not trade such fictions for any truth, save earlobes and unbuttoned how we might sing. William Knudsen is a writer and musician from Fort Collins, Colorado. His poetry has been published in The Legendary, Sparrow Ghost Collective Anthology, and Streetlight Magazine.
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