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i want to pack up the night and

i want to pack up the night and take it with me… wrapped in its folds are stars and stories from afar afar and farther away, even farther than that, where where something of me lives, i’ve known of it long known? no, perhaps not that. knowing is so reduced lit with shining bright light, harsh and stentorian insistent, unrelenting, blinded by its own glory there’s the night, dark and darker still, calling me to those stars, those stories, and…

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indi Poetry

nor named

out there somewhere is a river not yet named a mountain slowly rising no eyes upon it still, no sense knows of its being a sand dune unseen simmering   deep in the green below under the swaying blue breathes a creature i don’t know uncatalogued, not turned into a species no not yet not yet   a river flows from your eyes a mountain rises in your heart sand shifts through your veins something remains never to be known…

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