The messenger fractures the dawn, arriving without a message. Light is stranded in the hollow of the collarbone. We watch the moment rehearse its own extinction Flame alone, the compass; Sparks alone, our stories. –Jujube
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I need the sea because it teaches me. I don’t know if I learn music or awareness, if it’s a single wave or its vast existence, or only its harsh voice or its shining suggestion of fishes and ships. The fact is that until I…
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The beast of night, lost in silence. In its eyes, an unnamed sea. The boy’s breath settles among moss The compass sleeps inside the backpack. We sit side by side, a footnote to the forest, waiting for a shooting star to point the way to…
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The window hold the chill outside, Muted red and gray-blue laze upon the bed, clinging to the warmth she left behind. Books bear the weight of her thoughts, growing in every direction. The orange cat kneads silence into a ball, and buries it deep inside…
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