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The Definition.

The Definition

   Because I was given the gift of opening my mouth
   but I returned it. Because it is an indulgence to sing

   this very question, to raise careful lung against
   the dark and rational. In the days after definition

   I am stunned. I long for a subject and it is lack.
   I say me, I, and that claims division, a ripping

   of material, clots dug with skilled fingers. A word keeps
   and keeps moving--what starts blue ends

   in black, then heaves blue again. The definition
   builds its own vulgar boundary. I can see in the dark,

   but I'm not trained in the precision to show it.
   I keep my hand in its open figure, and I don't pull back.
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Author:Thompson, Gale Marie
Publication:Witness
Article Type:Poem
Date:Mar 22, 2019
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