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Even in the falling a train breaks for the light. The tunnel, the darkness – never sweeter. This body is not real. Yet living. This living body. There is a child. The blessed coolness of water. And hands by Chris Abani This is the title poem from his new book published by Copper Canyon Press.
Even in the falling
a train breaks for the light.
The tunnel, the darkness – never
sweeter. This body is not
real. Yet living.
This living body.
There is a child. The blessed
coolness of water.
And hands
by Chris Abani
This is the title poem from his new book published by Copper Canyon Press.
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