we are squares each to our own
bodily boundaries coming to
from the deep:
there is no telling
where we have been, no explaining
just eyes
slowly opening,
breath being drawn.
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spring rains and we're all drunk as dogs
permanence is illusion
manifest
this is nothing
to be bitter about
the world is enormous
humbeans.
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