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~some invisible life, slowly stringing our pearls on songs
dreaming more, reading more, wordless nurturing
to refill empty hearts, the inbetween spaces

there is so much silence to inhabit

~we fall into pieces over and over again, wandering onnnn, live in a leaf, fall as
petals and sleep in stones
at the bottoms of shimmering waters

~an endless body is
a tree as a shadow
a moon in a sun
they are I am

~the more we talk the less we see
because naming words sets the order of things
while loud sentences would still steal our hummings, gifting the thiefs
~and the lack of light is so heavy
that the birds can’t catch it with a pirouette

The only sense in now, tide-bound

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