the amazing desire / that keeps me alive, though the face be still, be still,

now I begin again the private rising,

the slow dilated heart know nothing but lack,
the slow dilated heart know nothing but lack,
now I begin again the private rising,
now I begin again the private rising,
the ride to survival of that consuming bird
the ride to survival of that consuming bird
beating, up from dead lakes, ascents of fire. —Muriel Rukeyser
beating, up from dead lakes, ascents of fire.
—Muriel Rukeyser

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