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Life Stays On Top

By Carole Dudley

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Lingual athletes fueled by brain Speak my lack of permanence. Beyond the stars the wild wind blows, The cool grass grows beneath your toes, I stay on top. Stones glare at the bumptious play of life, Like preachers in a whore house. they declare my utter unsuitableness for this place, but I, too, am a stone, I stay on top. The rivers tumble to the sea, and the air Brings them back.  Time sits on the earth, A fat woman sleeping. I stay on top. For I am on the wind, in the stars, at the River's edge.  Lightning shoots from my eyes When I am birthing. Life stays on top. Though I am bent, and felled and cut, whipped and humbled and torn, and the stars Turn away to hide a laugh, Though I be frail and mousey and dim in the Light of gold, I shine like a beacon shining In the eye of God. I stay on top. Written December 16th, 2001 © on Dec 16 2001 01:27 PM PST, Carole Dudley   0 • 18 • 10

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