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Candlelight murmurs from individually-inhabited bedrooms poised on platforms upstairs. We sometimes desire to hold these lights, don’t we? Don’t we? Don’t we? What wind pushes against our faces that hold us in our stance, like autumn trees, like eroding statues, like the robots we have become in…
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- When you are not in love, the tree branches swing around you like the walking sticks of the blind. The doorways are always vacant. The sky is listening to your presence.
- When you are not in grief, there is nothing— only what is.
- The starch of the night is generous with its flavors, still….
I am settled in the gentle mouth of a green world. I am tired and rest is adorned on the handles of doorways, the ceiling;s circles, and the passive-aggressive windowsill. I am walking with hands at my sides, joined into the vast pool of sun-shone sleep and five-dollar dreams, and everything is…
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