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The Sky
Holding the sky above our heads, separating it from the earth - it's an important job and someone has to do it. Only the most reliable and aspiring souls are given such employment. Their task to make us feel that something must be up there, beyond beyond, cloaked in white or grey or blue. Distracted by the birds, the agitation of the topmost twigs, the souls ache. Ache from the pressure of the sky reprinted without permission, poetry by Moniza Alzi This poem is taken from PN Review 141, Volume 28 Number 1, September - October 2001
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