Is to dream
of one blade of sea
on the far
side of a sandbox
Is to think skin
is no boundary
to waves
volatile as time
Is to plant
footprints and undress
prophecies too
delicate to translate
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if I could take today in my arms bewitchingly like a mother to carry it into the future to the world outside where I have yet to go in pe...
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