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this heavy shell
I sometimes forget it, too
is holy

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your eyes
everywhere I look
your eyes

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god needed a flute
tried blowing into me—no note
still too much of me here

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it sure does make
a lousy guard dog
pride

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every pore, every
bone, every hair, every cell
an altar

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Tired and cold
she came to a clearing
beside the river
and set herself down.
There, the moon.
The moon.

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Not once had she dreamed
to bring the moon any closer.
Not once had she wished
it would move any faster.

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How to stay in this place
of not wanting
not needing
not wishing
not hoping
not reaching, not knowing.

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At the edge of whatever
she thought she knew
she leaned
until the only thing
touching her
was nothing.

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Sometimes a story
ends. Sometimes it
plays again. Sometimes
we see through a story
to see ourselves.

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