The turn, the swing,
the hammer
thump hiss crash
The savage, welcome
clamor
grind clang smash
The boot, the door,
the splinter
bang grunt crack
The wild rebuke of
winter
roar whirl smack
No growth without
revision
groan bend grasp
No stitch without
incision
cry drip gasp
One final shove, it
tumbles
boom howl clap
The newness roils and
rumbles.
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