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can this silk be stone
unpublished poetry manuscript
in the unlikely event of landing on water
bodies land like wind on sea
which is to say they don't
because water is not a landable place
everything repeats
everything repeats
the heart can rest on this
- it does
insomnia
as i rolled over
my mind flung up flowers
glass blades in the dawning
spider webs
opening throats
the dew drops in them
placing one thing inside another
everywhere
the yearning of
muscle
the doorway unclosed
the yearning of this heart
i woke and found in my chest unattended
just one teardrop
blake might have said has the ocean in it
come as soon as you can.
bring words
i remember
that invisible sea
you carried in your bag
just in case
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