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Sitting at a café Over the smell of coffee Scents of car fumes, vomit and piss Worm their way ..

Dissolve into the night sky.

For a newborn child.

A meditation on death. This is what I felt as I sat beside him.

Find yourself in the light

I wanted to cease to think myself a mirror. A mirror imagines it is separate the world around it:Tries to take the place of the world it reflects. ..

This is a poem about writing

Find yourself in the fields...

what a joke...

far away...