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SCULPTRESSSculptress:soft scalpel fingers without cutting they open doors beside my spine feline the purr wraps around me my muscles sing the blues - my bones hit keys higher than the sun and just as warm. This is true deja vu - I've been here in the before, in the softer space between leap and fall - I could not stall the rough landing. The sculptress pulls gravity off my back pulls a feather from each ache and crack and I am returned to the grace of flying Copyright 2005 Lorraine Sachiko |