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LAce Posted Monday, August 10th, 2009
The Benedictine Sisters
Christi Cartwright

The silence folds like soft fabric.
Right away I am out to sea.
I am out to sea.

I am looking forĖI think,
Something close to something else.
Looking for a place,
outside of my own skin.

Itís their eyes that beckon me,
and then, bring me back.
And their quiet stirring mouths that make me still.

I feel when Iím here, in perfect balance.
A dark silhouette suspended in vast sky.
Held there by their dewy doe eyes:
Of full-tea-cup browns,
and different shades of inky night.

I get down on my knees.
I straddle the fence.
I try to scale the tower.

Gravity; its pull, has no place in heaven.
I pray with fervor like the sisters do.
My lips:

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