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CONSTANCY I
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Constancy I
Before a battle,
grow inwards, like root and rock:
shed eyes, ears; shed words.
Let us speak, your skin to mine.
Touch alone scores memory.
Touch alone will survive
Time
Poets's Note:
Excerpted from the prologue of
Until the Lions
, a reworking of the Mahabharata in verse.
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