Leap
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by Michael Graves
Not from the height of a ledge
Toward the bone-breaking blocks of the street,
Nor from the edge of a cliff
Tempted by veils above an abyss,
Nor into a herd of Gadarene pigs
To rush to the flesh-pulling currents of sea,
But from the ground of the self
Into the life of another who suffers.
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