June 2021
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autumn wind —
a butterfly grows
more detached
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the long night—
my darkest before dawn
resurrection
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the long night—
my prayer life
follows the river
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the long night—
condensation
clouds the window
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the long night—
an absence abandoned
to the tomb
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the long night—
a whale song echolocates
its meaning
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the long night—
a snail's neck
retracts
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not so dead
a blooming satellite
crests the horizon
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an image of self
breasts
the milky way
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Auden's unseen God
once or twice
He was heard
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unable to rise
the river sounds
a waterfall
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unsighted behind the whites of my eyes
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beneath a stone
a crab scuttling
constellations
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a future inconceivable from the back seat
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when my soul speaks
the whisper of a breeze
after its passing
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wedding rings
within one another
the other
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bïnärÿ stärs
the umlaut of
a forked tongue
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if a mirror as if recursive then into a mirror image
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under the weather
a smiling mountain
cries me a river