Category: My window at night
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Versa
specks of rain tap on dark window; tree branch lit by streetlight swaying we rest on shoulders of night breeze, hemming, hawing through hours, wet air, open window ego pulls this way, that; shadows rock up, down walls; ever stirs our little pot of storm — shame, pride, joy, disappointment, shame, pride, joy, tap, breeze,…
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Simple grief
bruised inside unable to feel my edges the weight dyed into me now, a flaw a hollow bell ringing itself, silent
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All things dissolve
holding out, holding in breathing out, breathing in revolving in, out of grasp rolling forward, retreating glow of strangeness, familiarity a curtain swaying across the sill between isolation, intimacy images flip, return to face me who we were, who we become where we were, where we find ourselves what we knew then, what we still…
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Muse
all the books we read together you over my shoulder, I over yours in the stumbles over words, unwieldy sentences, empty space before thoughts slowly form when we wander without aim you hold your breath, allowing chaos to braid into sense and unravel yet again
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To annotate time
How it is that time moves in pieces that each we must note or touch or somehow move to mind How it is that life is nothing but time that moves forward in pieces we dare not not hold, but rarely even recall or know or grasp How it is that forever is only time…
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