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System Error
Quiver thin
Ash wind
Sudden tear
Hold you in
Season turn
Ash and I
Unbelieve
Tempest limb
Lidless vessel
Errant sin
To the self
No system
Screen Door
Banging
in the wind
Impossible
adornment
Sun strummed
I am played
and continue
to explain to air
my language
of screen and ore
improvised
over centuries
the kind of door
I always wanted
to be: closed
but open
Kazim Ali practices yoga and writes and teaches both.
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