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Vociferous
You are my infinite
life and death
and because of you
I am not afraid
to be afraid
because your hands
honed my calluses,
combed my mane,
and tamed my fangs
and taught the lion
to meander undone
and tonight, as the mountain
goes brown and slowly
and the moon masquerades
I roar for you again
over and over
until your mountains
will be moved
poem
by
Norman Santos
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