We carry the past tucked within pockets, turned inside out and buttoned up shut;

Stories like soft shrapnel, skin and deeper still, broken bits of a life lived, loved, learned

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In memory, we've always built childhood forts inside the hedge

The way in and the way out - the means for us, remembering -

remain hidden by doorways latched by time, invisible along the edge

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Be it slant or otherwise, or slate, or puzzled tiles that take awhile to release the rain, or shingles with dotted green moss growing between its fingers, the aged roof remains an umbrella with an arch that lingers against an unpredictable sky

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Intersection angles; measurement vectors entangled in numbers disguised as stories we read with a ruler rather than by book

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A sudden movement and the shadow reflection of a hidden moment

the mirror shows itself revealed

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Dappled light - an echo off the surface at midnight, the moonlight not yet awoken

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Psychedelic wandering inside the smallest realm, where vast worlds collide

The quantum universe sits inside the palm of hand but how it works

It’s magic we’ll never understand

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Speaking tongues the young whisper dreams that seem to rise to shout their urgent mouths calling for more than idle talking a land is burning the seen, walking forward, unhurried, into the unknown the wind carries the cries of every orifice startled open: this land has become broken

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Cloudy start with sunny skies

By afternoon, rain and snow, and I

remember what my grandmother'd say:

Weather changes the arc of a day

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A sense of solitary relief

discovering the tremendous tree situated in the middle of the woods

restores our quiet belief

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