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Poem – Eyes
“Your eyes are closed”. “I’m not sleeping”. That I cannot see through light reflection and absorption I see and imagine through sound and subtle interpretations. I hear the wind through the forest and imagine birds feet clamped down, swaying with each breath. I hear ducks cannonball into the pond counting each of their children. I…
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Poem – Absentia #5
Absent of sight I push the last images away – move through false realities, scattered light dissipates and in the hands I believe to be mine, my fragments rest.