 here is the beautiful place transmuted by weather rubbed down to stubble and stump I am here I can feel my body confidently absorbing air dancing with the wherewithal one can drink in words and then drown in their fierce pleasures sometimes comes a brief light hope or the powder of love last night a luna moth came out of the dark to bash itself on my window then the whatever-it-was pulled it back into the night to entertain another who might take it for a metaphor sandwich and open up the port these are the broad stakes it will get us all don't be afraid |
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