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Poetry is losing your best friend
because you loved him too much.
because you loved him too much.
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Changing Paths
Everything is grace, Keep balance: Shadows and light. Do not be afraid.
Literature
We Take Visitors Again
After Map The roads have always been in us, in the way the repetition of spoons against china hums us into ourselves, in the way the company flies by like shadows of the foliage we missed; in the foot sinking into the heavy ground of a sun-saturated room -- how where we've been is only defined by how the corners and routes angle their way back into our space when we've been still for too long. The New Map We go inside ourselves to remember how a place was we once visited passing each other by too busy to gather but the highlights of the other, maintaining our inner paths; the corners of the room edging from us into its parameters -- how an elbow could jostle each other's oceans like waves. How we encroach until we're too tired -- the laid path of our belongings (your hats, my candles) shifting until they crystalize in a shared nostalgia of which we'll need one day. A Finished Map The roads are in us now, in the way routes have sealed themselves to
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Reflection
Brimming with light, I was unbearably alive. In my family, there are no children. One hundred years and nothing will remain. Not even my dreams. Not even my name. Like standing on a green hill, looking down at the sprawling future I think I catch sight of something important but I’m not sure, not sure of anything at all Only that the summer sun moves in arcs all along my fingertips, my shins, the bridge of my nose and that will have to be enough, the reflection of photons proving, infinitesimally that I was here.
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my favorite of these, so far.
xo!
xo!