| Dedication Page |
| The blessed feeling slips. Ink-living skeletons Drink from God�s throat, And dry, simply, as words. I see the Church full tonight. They�ve got me kissing the stars, Drinking with the moon, And believing forgotten songs. I think I will fly again; Borrowed wings, broken breast-plate. They know life; A snowflake, dancing Through bitter winds, Swelling in the end. They know caution; Winter clouds, reddening With arms welcoming the Sun, Free by the day�s reprieve. They know love; Pictures in darkness, saving A few fragments etched on pillars, serenading the soul. |
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| Joe E. Gamino Jr. Frank Martinez Sr. Patsy Gonzalez Jolene Martinez Angelina Martinez |
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