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My heart (always heavy)
Fell like confetti
From the sky –
Cut by a machete
That shone high
As it flew
From you
To my ..
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Written on a half sheet of paper.
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Some days, I do not feel.
Writing, thinking, breathing: I do nothing.
But I remember a time –
How long ago? –
When..
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It returns!
After the drought, the torrent of words once more falls.
I have the desire once more.
Perhaps it may be a double-ed..
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Quelques jours, je ne sens pas.
Écrivant, pensant, respirant: je ne faire rien.
Mais je me souviens un temps &nd..
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Loose translation. Pantoum.
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Pantoum
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Rhyming, rhythmic pantoum.
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Falling faster
Like a shooting star
Accelerating
To velocities untouchable
By anything sublunary
Perceived only as ..
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My hand reaches up to touch your shining face,
Grazing the midnight sky along the way,
Passing solar systems an..
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