One Interpretation of Your Silence
Probably I hurt your aesthetic feelings. How I said a thing, how I held a lamp to the night. These should walk without us— words, the dark—is perhaps your view of existence. I can’t know,…
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The Maple
is a system of posture for wood. A way of not falling down for twigs that happens to benefit birds. I don’t know. I’m staring at a tree, at yellow leaves threshed by wind and want you reading this to be staring at the same tree. I could cut it down and laminate it…
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Other Lives And Dimensions And Finally A Love Poem
My left hand will live longer than my right. The rivers of my palms tell me so. Never argue with rivers. Never expect your lives to finish at the same time. I think…
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