Christin Hansen Poems

Here he lies
Barefoot and broken
We seek the sky we seek the ocean
On branded hands we face the glare
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The scorch of things to know and things to find
The days belief and ressurected phantom dated speech
The likening of edge the resolute divergence branded by a hollow flute
The scatter of a lightbeam added prime
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Thought noir, lent and grand
 well and fare, stairway beckoning
 and bell of a stare
 take time with knowing
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