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when you hold on tight
to the right thread long enough,
it turns into a torch, sparks
strength into your tired limbs,
released from years paci..
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in the company of others
I can be sagacious, I can
hold their whole troublesome
loneliness in my hand and
coax out new birds, I can
sit benea..
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there will be a moment,
a true salacious common
feeling, & there is a name
for it (I always forget,
a technique for the written)
t..
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there is a single
hole atop the lip
of my head, I slip
through it like a high
wire act, all consciousness,
it spools all the way
through t..
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so this is what has been
eating at me, the genie-emptied
bottle, the lamp not casting light
on any path that two feet or
four wheels can follo..
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feeling into the fourth morning
of absence, a quartered series
of beds looking empty on
your side of my days. the rain
just comes and comes,
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only if you will go to
the very end of it; only if
you will stand on the edge
of my periphery and
no further; only if you will
breathe fully into..
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i filled my pockets with silt
to root me; coal black mud
to suit me and my
traipsing through
raindrops, splashing
in little red galoshes. I can
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there is a violence that distance renders. it makes
for great emptiness-es. canyons. i can't taste
the jealousies or the fury, just the throb
of th..
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feeling quiet, maybe it's the rain.
maybe it's the sun hidden.
the siren songless. I would say
morning is not bright without you,
but I am tri..
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