in error
identical worlds
a crusade
where flames come off
my own sail
welcome!
captive shadow
subpar peaches
a p r o p e r r e n d i t i o n
July 8, 2017
its drops become my finger
its seal presses upon my hair
saying: break—
beneath this convergence of light
I must open and scatter
like a dream taught to the water
by the closed, unmoving air
of summer
its seal presses upon my hair
saying: break—
beneath this convergence of light
I must open and scatter
like a dream taught to the water
by the closed, unmoving air
of summer
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