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You break. Against this ocean you break. And little significant things become big significant things. You are a horse alone on a hill. You a...

Here we draft all things, go cracking into the sun. How do questions roll forward and be wind again? I want to question everything, to fool...

Little pink eyes. Little thrum of warm memory. How did we get this far from one point, matterless void? Explaining light years to a child i...

Not whether my hand fades or stays solid. No, you feel me going out the window slowly, being the cloud or the fog that makes you feel young...

Like a gun, a friend, a want. Like a shy little plant, momenting around, little snows, et cetering along the paths of the world. We are tog...

Let’s take back these elements that ground us. That roll us. What can we do when we try? If we are the ones who speak, let’s commandeer our...