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the poetry of Charles Fry

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19 June 1999

With each new birth
i grasp for breath --
reaching out in strangeness
to another unknown world.

Life before me --
flowing cold and harshly
to my awkward
un awaiting lungs.

The blind shall see.
The deaf shall hear.
The lame with time shall walk.
Oh miracle of miracles
through which i was begot.

 eternal   Your guarded silence is a wall   I sleep blindly at the bottom of a fish tank,   My world is lost unto myself   that i   There are days   The only true measure   solace   sentenced to a living death   sometimes   my love   nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky   windows   With each new birth