There are no splinters though this door is still making room for the sea to come inside—even without water these walls become sails, their corners opening as if this pillow is reaching out...
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C 54 To the dirt that no longer moves you offer a mask the way a flower over and over is readied for mornings where time begins again as stars sensing honey and more darkness —by evening your...
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* Everywhere at once, aimless though the day lilies no longer make a sound are used to how the sun can still be found in moonlight that has no rain left to comfort with warm stones and the...
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D87You spray always too far off as if the sun whose only crop is light and side to side —you tune the nozzle for that distant evening when the first plow cut open the night sky and the Earth was...
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