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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unpublished poetry manuscript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




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


the yearning of



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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