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A fisherman's reel
is the strand to reel
the only one for me.
It's shocking where
we find ourselves sometimes.
Not in the mirror but standing
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Heliocentricity, Phlegyas told us,
is the answer. It is the reason
we all end up crossing rivers
and thus is the answer. He lived
beneath the bri..
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We left the Highway of Gravel
behind, heading due west to escape
Phaeton’s destruction as long as we could.
We were the gravitational center..
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Build on each other, He says?
He says the Crux draws us together
and the Hunter tears us apart,
but He leaves us at that.
We are Aries and Virg..
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Highway nights furnish themselves
accordingly
with the rusty silver crosses dangling
from hitchhikers’ necks.
They glimmer against the emera..
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A patient second
is a dream, with only the speed of a shutter
fast enough to linger a second into patience.
For the laments of the single pixel
wh..
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Life glues
our feet to the ground,
yet pushes us to grow faster faster
(with every eraser mark)
until our heads are in the clouds
and we can't se..
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Blink and the evidence is gone.
Not every moment is Kodak-worthy,
not every memory one for us to anchor ourselves on.
But the determined wave of ti..
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lost choosing,
crammed between
both sparkling water
and gray paper
to wait and see
the night perform
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"Nothing ever turns out how you expect it to, does it?"
"Huh?" Tony gave a small jerk. His nightshift was dragging on, and his ..
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