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~ deer in the headlights

i think that if i just stay perfectly still perfectly still perfectly still

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snowflakes.

i hold the future

in my mind

like a mitten

holds Snowflakes

on a january day.

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canyons.

i have an obsession / with wear / with erosion

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Digging.

i have spent the year chipping away at all the little bits of myself and there is always more to find.

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~ guns and apples

i think that if i just stay utterly silent utterly silent utterly silent

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Brass.

They look like they were sleeping though. They look like they were smart enough to know it was just another night. Best to sleep. Best to rest.

Better to wake up in the morning.

But here we are.

There they are.

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Forever.

i worry that Forever has already begun.

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Fate

HAPPINESS! lain on the front stoop the hot cement of the summer morning…

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some questions for inertia

how is it possible to run headlong at someone right in front of you and never reach their side?

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paper cut.

The first thing I learned when I was born was to tough it out. Not to be tough. Just to tough it out. There’s a difference. God, there’s a difference.

The world is unfair, I learned. The world hurts sometimes. The world is, ultimately, forgiving, and eventually all tends to work itself out.

And so we tough it out.

writings and musings.

~ deer in the headlights

snowflakes.

canyons.

Digging.

~ guns and apples

Brass.

Forever.

Fate

some questions for inertia

paper cut.

my poet muse