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Subtle Light
03:07
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Close quarters.
I live in the corners
Of the yellow house
On a half hill.
Night spinning.
No room to fall down dizzy.
Confined to these domestic tasks.
I grow best
Knees pressed into chest,
Or so they said.
Far off places
Framed and fractioned.
Wonder lost in destination.
I’d do best
To dull this restlessness.
Or so they said.
They said the stars wouldn’t be
enough to guide me.
And the one that did would
burn my skin.
This subtle light that grows inside me
Was only safe when it was dim.
But I see best
When I forget what they expect.
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2. |
Coriander
02:49
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Coriander,
I can feel you
Growing in the yard.
Somewhere sacred
Flecked with aphids
Burrowed in the tread.
Obsolescence reigns June 1st
When Juniper and Sage unwed.
Unwieldy root from dust to dirt,
By leaves and branches starred.
Coriander
Growing feathers,
Crossing land and sea.
Or pressed between the
deckled page’s
Flat taxonomy.
Whither wilt thou choose your home
Extend your roots ’til overgrown.
A multitude of flowers born,
But none so sweetly named.
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3. |
Oh Well
01:41
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There’s a flaw in the map
that you gave to me.
A spot where my feet
have forsaken me.
I don’t know if it’s land
or we’re out to sea,
But, oh well.
Broken compass.
Nobody walks here anymore
With their hands out before them.
Silent guidance,
Show me a way around words.
The moss points to where
the sun has set-
Just a view to the directionless.
Knowing by heart means
we’ll soon forget.
Oh well.
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