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privilege of stillness
keep to the fire
like a word from dreamdeeps
and then one more
the ant trail
there’s falling
there’s coming round
sitting up
to clench
to stim
full of wings, the stillness
a song tells on
the turn too slow to see
but blink
it grows to the eye
alas
long exposure
words from another place are here
a comfortable chair by which
keep the fire
in and of
look in
even the moment spreads out as a ripple
you may think skeletal remains
how it’s wrong of the dead to be gone
light grows
paws of the dark attend
cling in our raft of each to each
still to the point of touch
even the sun comes up
a trick of the heart to go on
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