i.
she, hand in hand, walks–
her fingers swallowed by His palm
etched rough with living.
the endless climbing stairway turns
blood to snow to blood to snow to
shifting flow as footsteps slow and
down
down(down)
they go.
nineteen steps
with that flaking ferrous slab
as high as heaven high as falcon wing
high as stars tangled in black […]
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