tortoise: from the Greek, tartarchos; �god of the underworld�
i. The Fall
As I fell, I burned
through shame and grief
and disbelief and love �
words that trail like smoke,
like broken wings.
Only rage was left �
its silken tongue, its
crystal shell. I fell
through night and time
into the morning
of this world, and
kept on falling.
Once, I lived
by passion�s flame,
but I learned
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