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2002-07-27

Braxton Bragg
B. 3.22.1817 Warrenton, North Carolina / D. 9.27.1876 Galveston, Texas
Walking

Giddy the heights I could reach if I put my mind to it.
I know: I’ve been close, and I reeled.
An impression of panthers swatting with great soft paws at my sight—
of red heavens—
it’s tailed me since Chickamauga.
Unbearable the breathlessness
(“And what will happen. . .if?”)—
unwelcoming the breathless space between conditions
(an inch or an eternity of elemental breakdown?)—
forbidding the fear of forever.
The slope slid past me.

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