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don’t know where this came from, but it seems to be a poem…

traveling the circumference of a sigh
the unknown
the will to continue
in the blooming of time
when leaves are fresh and sting
trees bend
I bend
I spend what I do not have
again
between this moment and the inside of this moment
there is no skin
no wind
only the diamond clarity of fish swimming in unison
only a short parting
before I begin again

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1 Comment

  1. I love the opening line, traveling the circumference of a sigh.

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