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Poem: Indigo Child

God’s messenger drifts through the hallway, scattering scraps in her wake. She keeps The Word on a Post-it, mistranslates Rilke to taste truth in a foreign tongue, tears leaves from old books and whites out lines to reveal the kernel that sprouts because poetry is the seed of all things. Every day she composes scripture. […]

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