in that which moves 
like life
always in gaping motion 
is something quiet
and heavy
like life itself
is heavy          For some 
life becomes too light
and at once too heavy
and they step out of what happens
and stand there
shakily
ashamed
and don't know what to say 
they have nothing to say
and therefore something must be said          And they move forward
with steps light and straight as the wind
they move forward
and they stand there
heavy of themselves
in each other's light
while the shame
dissolves
and becomes as light as the dog's angel 
And then the angel's wings open
and spread across them 
And then it is said
                
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