The Transparency of Perfection
By Séamas Carraher
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For Linda, on her 27th Birthday
I
She uncoils wind in its slender
sinews
both surface and depth
and my uncurling bones,
it names this mystery,
its softening, like a sad evening
shunted between doors.
She unrolls in my rippling muscle
such tenseness unknotting time,
a loud noise in a shock of being.
My prick erects in this toppling universe,
and all our hearts
like coins
in a box
like a mirror in all necessity,
my miraculous us! …
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